Home.
By John Clare
O home, however homely,--thoughts of thee Can never fail to cheer the absent breast; How oft wild raptures have been felt by me, When back returning, weary and distrest: How oft I've stood to see the chimney pour Thick clouds of smoke in columns lightly blue, And, close beneath, the house-leek's yellow flower, While fast approaching to a nearer view. These, though they're trifles, ever gave delight; E'en now they prompt me with a fond desire, Painting the evening group before my sight, Of friends and kindred seated round the fire. O Time! how rapid did thy moments flow, That chang'd these scenes of joy to scenes of woe.
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