And the angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his Father, and never want joy. 20
And so Tom awoke, and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags and our brushes to work;
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm:
So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
William Blake.
CCXXXVII
TO THE MOON.
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,