O Home, However Homely,--Thoughts Of Thee Can Never Fail To Cheer The Absent Breast; How Oft Wild Raptures Have Been Felt By Me, When Back Returning, Weary And Distrest: How Oft I've Stood To See The Chimney Pour Thick Clouds Of Smoke In Columns Lightly Blue, And, Close Beneath, The House-Leek'S Yellow Flower, While Fast Approaching To A Nearer View. These, Though They're Trifles, Ever Gave Delight; E'En Now They Prompt Me With A Fond Desire, Painting The Evening Group Before My Sight, Of Friends And Kindred Seated Round The Fire. O Time! How Rapid Did Thy Moments Flow, That Chang'D These Scenes Of Joy To Scenes Of Woe.