Deep Thoughts....



By Oliver Goldsmith
In all my wanderings round this world of care,
In all my griefs,—and God has given my share,—
I still had hopes—my latest hours to crown—        45
Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;
To husband out life’s taper at the close,
And keep the flame from wasting by repose:
I still had hopes—for pride attends us still—
Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill,        50
Around my fire an evening group to draw,
And tell of all I felt, and all I saw;
And, as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue
Pants to the place from whence at first she flew,
I still had hopes, my long vexations past,        55
Here to return,—and die at home at last.

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