No more shall thy family welcome thee home,
Nor around thee thy wife and sweet little ones come;
All clamouring joyous to snatch the first kiss,
Transporting thy bosom with exquisite bliss.

Cf. Thomas Gray, Elegy in a Country Churchyard, st. 6:— For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. | ‘We’re better than our fathers’