Thou go not like the quarry slave at night
Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreams.
—William Cullen Bryant.
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The time is short.
If thou wouldst work for God it must be now.
If thou wouldst win the garlands for thy brow,