The toil and turmoil, cark and care,
New griefs, which coming hours unfold, 5
And sad remembrance of the old?—
One hour with thee.
One hour with thee!—When burning June
Waves his red flag at pitch of noon;
What shall repay the faithful swain 10
His labour on the sultry plain;
And more than cave or sheltering bough,
Cool feverish blood, and throbbing brow?—