Creep to the love of man and child,
And win thine own felicity.
"The gleanings of the sumptuous board,
Convey'd by some indulgent fair,
Are in a nook of safety stored,
And not dispensed till thou art there.
"In stately hall and rustic dome,
The gaily robed and homely poor
Will watch the hour when thou shall come,
And bid thee welcome to the door.