Or day light’s draperies draw.
(Give me them, and the peace of mind.)
Give me these things then back, though the giving
Be at cost of earth’s garner of gold;
There is no life without these worth living,
No treasure where these are not told.
For the heart give the hope that it knows not,
Give the balm for the burn of the breast—
Ior the soul and the mind that repose not,
O, give us a rest!