Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
WORK AND WORTH.
[From Rabbi Ben Ezra.]
Not on the vulgar mass
Called "work" must sentence pass,
Things done, that took the eye and had the price;