And with its cheerful influence bless the day.
He now, at “stern necessity’s command,”
Can roam in quest of his precarious food;
Claim a small pittance from some generous hand,
And for a moment feel each pang subdu’d.
But when thy snows and biting frosts descend,
Where shall he lay his unprotected head?
What blazing hearth its welcome flames shall lend,
What careful hand prepare the needful bed?
And how, when Famine shews his haggard face?