Never the ocean-wave falters[276] in flowing,
Never the little seed stops in its growing,
More and more richly the rose-hart keeps glowing,
Till from its nourishing stem it is riven.[277]
2. “Labor is worship!”—the robin is singing;
“Labor is worship!”—the wild bee is ringing;
Listen! that eloquent whisper upspringing,
Speaks to thy soul from out nature’s heart.
From the dark cloud flows the life-giving shower;
From the rough sod comes the soft-breathing flower;