OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
The Traveller. Line 1.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
The Traveller. Line 7.
And learn the luxury of doing good.[394:1]