Now thy living wreath is won.
Crown’d of Rome!—oh! art thou not
Happy in that glorious lot?—
Happier, happier far than thou,
With the laurel on thy brow,
She that makes the humblest hearth
Lovely but to one on earth!
[377] “The trebly hundred triumphs.”—Byron.
THE RUIN.
“Oh! ’tis the heart that magnifies this life,