SOME perfect day I shall not need To bend my brows o'er baffling tasks; Some perfect day my eyes will read The meaning hid 'neath clouding masks; Some perfect day my word and deed Will fill the ideal my spirit asks. Dear perfect day of days to be, Which safe the steadfast heaven doth keep Deep filled with love and rest for me, Close pressed with sheaves I yet shall reap, When they who watch beside me see Only that I have fallen asleep. |