Whose frowns awake each stented string
To tones how sad, how sweet, how sharp!
At other times love is my guide
And to the sunlight leads my feet,
By silver streams and leafy ways
And langourous meadows cool and sweet.
Yet life it hath a toilsome road,
With many a heart-break, many a thorn;
And all men stagger ’neath their load
From twilight unto morn.