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lot hath he, who having past His youth and early manhood in the stir And turmoil of the world, retreats at length, With cares that move, not agitate the Heart, To the same Dwelling where his Father dwelt; And haply views his tott'ring little ones Embrace those aged knees and climb that lap, On which first kneeling his own Infancy Lisp'd its brief prayer. Such, O my earliest Friend! Thy lot, and such thy brothers too enjoy. At distance did ye climb Life's upland road, Yet cheer'd and cheering: now fraternal Love