LABOUR and love! there are no other laws To rule the liberal action of that soul Which faith hath set beneath thy brief control, Or lull the empty fear that racks and gnaws; Labour! then, like a rising moon, the cause Of life shall light thine hour from pole to pole; Thou shalt taste health of purpose, and the roll Of simple joys unwind without a pause. Love! and thy heart shall cease to question why Its beating pulse was set to rock and rave; Find but another heart this side the grave To soothe and cling to, -- thou hast life's reply. Labour and love! then fade without a sigh, Submerged beneath the inexorable wave. |