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Rh I bend beneath the weight of broken years, Avere to change, and chill'd with caueles fears. The eaon now invites me to retire To the dear lares of my houehold fire; To homely cenes of calm dometic peace, A poet's leiure, and an old man's eae; To wear the remnant of uncertain life In the fond boom of a faithful wife; In afe repoe my lat few hours to pend, Nor fearful nor impatient of their end. Thus a afe port the wave-worn veels gain, Nor tempt again the dangers of the main; Thus the proud teed, when youthful glory fades, And creeping age his tiffening limbs invades, Lies tretch'd at eae on the luxuriant plain, And dreams his morning triumphs o'er again. The hardy veteran from the camp retires, His joints untrung, and feeds his houehold fires; Satiate