The loftiest Traveller always succeeds—
For his journey will lead him to Heav’n.
The DESERTED COTTAGE.
Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot,
Why is it thus forsaken?
It seems, by all the world forgot,
Above its path the high grass grows,
And through its thatch the northwind blows
—Its thatch, by tempests shaken.
And yet, it tops a verdant hill