Returns unto its rest,
Ev'n thus the youthful mind
Goes forward to the world; partakes its cares
And fleeting joys,—is tempted by its snares;
But can no refuge find:
The freshness of his home
Goes with him, guidingly, where'er he wends;
A star-like light upon his steps attends—
A ray from Heaven's bright dome!
In all his toil and fret,