ONE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson that in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties serv'd in one, Though the loud world proclaim their enmity-- Of Toil unsever'd from Tranquillity: Of Labour, that in still advance outgrows Far noisier schemes, accomplish'd in Repose, Too great for haste, too high for rivalry. Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring, Man's senseless uproar mingling with his toil, Still do thy sleepless ministers move on, Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting: Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil; Labourers that shall not fail, when man is gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE IN A MINOR KEY by CONRAD AIKEN THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |