Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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XLIV. GOD GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP.
I strive with aching heart and head,
All the long day and half the night,
For paltry recompense of bread,
And win it in the world's despite;
It gives me life, and little more;
Yet why complain? One blessing cheap
Is superadded to my store—
God giveth His beloved sleep.
All the long day and half the night,
For paltry recompense of bread,
And win it in the world's despite;
It gives me life, and little more;
Yet why complain? One blessing cheap
Is superadded to my store—
God giveth His beloved sleep.
And am I one of these? Why not?
Our pains and pleasures intertwine—
After the fight that must be fought
There comes a truce with peace divine.
'Tis wise to struggle and endure;
After all sorrow great and deep,
The recompense is sweet and sure—
God giveth His beloved sleep.
Our pains and pleasures intertwine—
After the fight that must be fought
There comes a truce with peace divine.
'Tis wise to struggle and endure;
After all sorrow great and deep,
The recompense is sweet and sure—
God giveth His beloved sleep.
| Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight | |