text:  As yet in Time's dark womb unwarning Repose the days or foul or fair; And watchful o'er that golden morning The Mother-Love's untiring care! And swift the years like arrows fly-- No more with girls content to play Bounds the proud Boy upon his way Storms through loud life's tumultuous pleasures With pilgrim staff the wide world measures; And wearied with the wish to roam Again seeks stranger-like the Father-Home