Full many a change the hearth hath known;
The Druid fire, the curfew’s tone,
The log that bright at yule-tide shone,
The merry sports of Hallow-e’en;
Yet still where’er a home is found,
Gather the warm affections round,
And there the notes of mirth resound,
The voice of wisdom heard between:
And welcomed there with words of grace,
The stranger finds a resting place.