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The rich and the poor after pleasure do groan,
And after long journies, finds no mansion like home.
Let’s go where we will, to new prospects still prone,
We still look and long for our dear native home.
Home, home, &c.
LOOK FORWARD WITH HOPE FOR
TO-MORROW.
IN the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my fate no less fortunate be,
Than a snug elbow chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'er’ooks the wide sea
With an ambling pad poney, to pace o’er the lawn,
While I carol away idle sorrow;
And blithe as the lark, that each day hails the dawn,
Look forward with hope for to-morrow.
With a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade too,
As the sunshine or rain may prevail;
A small spot of ground for the use of the spade too,
And a barn for the use of the flail.
A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game,
And a purse when a friend wants to borrow;
I’ll envy no Nabob his riches or fame,
Nor what honour awaits him to-morrow.
