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THE THREE WORK-DAYS.
So much to do, so little done!
In sleepless eyes I saw the sun;
His beamless disk in darkness lay,
The dreadful ghost of Yesterday!
In sleepless eyes I saw the sun;
His beamless disk in darkness lay,
The dreadful ghost of Yesterday!
So little done, so much to do!
The morning shone on harvests new;
In eager light I wrought my way,
And breathed the spirit of To-day!
The morning shone on harvests new;
In eager light I wrought my way,
And breathed the spirit of To-day!
So much to do, so little done!
The toil is past, the rest begun;
Though little done, and much to do,
To-morrow Earth and Heaven are new!
The toil is past, the rest begun;
Though little done, and much to do,
To-morrow Earth and Heaven are new!
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