God meant them to be join’d: when wedded thus,
One rests content, the other waits in hope.”
“To rest, to wait,” I said to this; “and if
Such ends displaced were, would there not remain
The work that forms our earthly heritage?”
“And may not God,” rejoin’d he, “grant us more
Than that which we inherit?”
“He may grant
His rest,” I said. “Yet rest, the Paradise
Of work, is yet the Purgatory, too,