Who sigh for princes, courts, and glades,
And weep because the vision fades
While duty comes to stay.
[Leads Cicely, still asleep, to couch or bank.]
Rest, Maiden, in your home once more;
Content with life, seek not to soar,
But love and patience evermore
Still to your work be bringing.
For daily duty brightly done
Is half life’s battle bravely won;