Adventurers new seas explore, or rush
On foreign swords in thirst for gold, or push
Into proud palace halls; while he instead
Drives his curved plough, and mows the yellow mead.
Hence herds deserving well their ample cheer,
With all the genial labours of the year.
Hence too the tribute that he gladly brings
To his Penates, modest offerings—
Kind “Little People,” blest where’er ye come
Compacted of an atmosphere of Home!