With wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone br Life's upward road I journeyed many a day, br And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay br Beguil'd my wandering with the charms of song. br Lonely my heart and rugged was my way, br Yet often pluck'd I as I past along br The wild and simple flowers of Poesy, br And as beseem'd the wayward Fancy's child br Entwin'd each random weed that pleas'd mine eye. br Accept the wreath, BELOVED! it is wild br And rudely garlanded; yet scorn not thou br The humble offering, where the sad rue weaves br 'Mid gayer flowers its intermingled leaves, br And I have twin'd the myrtle for thy brow.