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94 To homely scenes of calm domestic peace, A poet's leisure, and an old man's ease; To wear the remnant of uncertain life In the fond bosom of a faithful wife; In safe repose my last few hours to spend, Nor fearful nor impatient of their end. Thus a safe port the wave-worn vessels gain, Nor tempt again the dangers of the main:— Thus the proud steed, when youthful glory fades, And creeping age his stiffening limbs invades, Lies stretched at ease on the luxuriant plain, And dreams his morning triumphs o'er again:— The hardy veteran from the camp retires, His joints unstrung, and feeds his household fires; Satiate with fame, enjoys well-earned repose, And sees his stormy day serenely close. Not such my lot ! Severer fates decree My shattered bark must plough an unknown sea.