Thro' burden and heat of the day How weary the hands and the feet That labour with scarcely a stay, Thro' burden and heat! Tired toiler whose sleep shall be sweet, Kneel down, it will rest thee to pray: Then forward, for daylight is fleet. Cool shadows show lengthening and grey, Cool twilight will soon be complete: What matters this wearisome way Thro' burden and heat? |