CHAPTER XXIX.
A ROLLING STONE.
In olden days folks mostly stayed at home,
Nor e’er in quest of unknown lands departed,
And tho’ some ne’er-do-weels at times would roam,
They came back poorer than the day they started:
From which disastrous lives there comes alone
That foolish proverb of a rolling stone.
If such advice in earnest we obeyed,
Its narrow views would certainly benumb us;
The progress of the world would be delayed,