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LITTLE work-a little play-
To keep us going-and so-
Good-day-

A little warmth, a little light
Of love's bestowing-and so-

Good-night.
A little fun to match the sorrow
Of each day's growing-and so-
Good-morrow.

A little trust that when we die
We reap our sowing-

And so-Good-bye!

GEORGE DU MAURIER

WHAT

HAT is it, Life? A little strife
Where victories are vain,

Where those who conquer do not win,

Nor those receive who gain.

LORD STRANGFORD

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'LOSE thine eyes and sleep secure,
Thy soul is safe, thy body sure;
He that guards thee, He that keeps,
Never slumbers, never sleeps.
A quiet conscience in the breast
Has only peace, has only rest :
The music and the mirth of kings
Are out of tune unless she sings.

Then close thine eyes and sleep secure.

KING CHARLES THE MARTYR

HE nothing common did nor mean

Upon that memorable scene;
But with his keener eye

The axe's edge did try ;
Nor called the gods in vulgar spite
To vindicate his helpless right;
But bowed his comely head
Down, as upon a bed.

ANDREW MARVELL

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UP-HILL

OES the road wind up-hill all the way?

DOES

Yes to the very end.

Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn till night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.

Then must I knock or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at the door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.

Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yes, beds for all who come.

CHRISTINA ROSSETTI