Work
WHAT are we set oh for ? Say, to toil;
Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines
For all the heat o the day, till it dees,
Ahs mild curfew shall from work assoil.
God did anoint thee with his odorous oil,
To wrestle, not tn; and He assigns
All thy tears over, like pure crystallines,
For younger fellow-workers of the soil
To wear for amulets. So others shall
Take patience, labor, to their heart and hand
From thy hand and thy heart and thy brave cheer,
And Gods grace fructify through thee to
The least flower with a brimming cup may stand,
And share its dew-drop with another near.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning