There is little merit in the following lines besides that rare merit
in poetry, _their truth_. They were written in the place of the
writer's nativity, where he had at length settled down, after an
absence of thirty years. They were written in a house just purchased,
and from which the former owner had not yet removed his family, and
were inserted in the Album of his daughter. She was young, beautiful,
accomplished, newly married, and wealthy. Though confined to her room
by bad health, she was preparing for a voyage to Europe, since happily
accomplished.