Though sweet to thought, is but a snare to break thy rest.
What’s all thy effort worth? Thou hast to die at last;
Put out thy hand and grasp the cup of life right fast.
Men fix their eyes on what is dust and ashes, death;
Refuse belief in what is life and healthful breath.190
Exert thyself. Reduce thy doubts from ten to nine.
Employ the night. Thou sleepest. Night’s not so supine.
Employ the night to seek the everlasting day,
Increase in knowledge. Wisdom ’tis shall light thy way.
Though night be dark, and darkness be of woe the doom,