I.
Spin, maidens, spin! let the wheel go round!
Hours that once are lost can never more be found.
(Chorus) Work, hands! Love, heart!
Every one here has his part,——
Has his work to do,—has his love to give,
Thus we work, thus we love ever while we live.
II.
Weave, maidens, weave! let the shuttle fly!
Time and we are racing; faster, faster ply!
(Chorus) Work, hands! Love, heart! etc.
III.
Sing, maidens, sing! as ye spin and weave,
Work was never meant our joyous hearts to grieve,
(Chorus) Work, hands! Love, heart! etc.
IV.
As the wheel goes round—as the shuttle flies,
Let your songs and hearts upward, upward rise!
(Chorus) Work, hands! Love, heart!
Every one here has his part, etc.
They passed out of the hall, and the little sea green man said, "To the Top!" So they came to the top of the house, and there they saw hundreds and thousands of little coral insects, working to make the house more beautiful, and each, when he had done all that he could, lay down and died. And the little man told Effie how all this beautiful palace had been made by these insects and how it never would stop growing, but always some coral insect would be doing his tiny work, and when he had done all he could, would die.
"What is that humming?" asked Effie.