Admire his lot. His children playing,
To share his smiles around him flock,
And faithful Tray, since morn, that straying,
Trudged with him, till the village clock
Proclaim’d the lab’rer’s welcome home.
The cheering faggot burnt to embers,
While lares around their vigils keep,
That Power that poor and rich remembers,
Each thanks, and then retires to sleep.
And now the lark climbs Heav’n’s high dome,