And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close,

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

And Truth Severe, By Fairy Fiction Drest.

Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!

To Contemplation's Sober Eye, Such Is The Race Of Man; And They That Creep, And They That Fly, Shall End Where They Began, Alike The Busy And The Gay, But Flutter Through Life's Little Day.

Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife.