SATURDAY.
Now with the almost finished task make haste;
So near the night thou hast no time to waste.
Post up accounts, and let thy Soul's eyes look
For flaws and errors in Life's ledger‑book.
When labors cease,
How sweet the sense of peace!
Now with the almost finished task make haste;
So near the night thou hast no time to waste.
Post up accounts, and let thy Soul's eyes look
For flaws and errors in Life's ledger‑book.
When labors cease,
How sweet the sense of peace!