HOURS OF SOLITUDE. THE TRIUMPH OF PLEASURE. (Written at Sixteen. ) BEAUTY reclin’d beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play’d; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid mind, Her wreath of fadeless flowers entwin’d. Peace and Virtue join’d the round; Innocence their fav’rite crown’d; Youth’s bright fire illum’d her eye, And gave her cheeks their vermeil dye
HOURS OF SOLITUDE. THE TRIUMPH OF PLEASURE. (Written at Sixteen. ) BEAUTY reclin’d beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play’d; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid mind, Her wreath of fadeless flowers entwin’d. Peace and Virtue join’d the round; Innocence their fav’rite crown’d; Youth’s bright fire illum’d her eye, And gave her cheeks their vermeil dye