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.