Home Is The Sacred Refuge Of Our

Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Love And Time With Reverence Use, Treat Them Like A Parting Friend: Nor The Golden Gifts Refuse Which In Youth Sincere They Send: For Each Year Their Price Is More, And They Less Simple Than Before.

Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.

What I Have Left Is From My Native Spring; I've Still A Heart That Swells, In Scorn Of Fate, And Lifts Me To My Banks.