Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOIL, by RALPH GROTE First Line: Investment of the golden hours of youth! Last Line: From toil to truth, 'tis god's eternal song! Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers | ||||||||
Investment of the golden hours of youth! Thy thought debars the wicked touch of sloth, Which, entering, were to design untruth Upon the quilt of time and mar the cloth; Calm toil and truth ascend each ladder's rung With certain step their journey marked by trust; Though oft their praises but remain unsung Save when the Judge of all declares them just. Toil needs a trust divine, trust needs a heart On which the weakened mortal may recline When strength is gone and spent his human art; Trust finds that truth rests in the heart divine. Ah, toil thou art! Pray, make man's sinews strong! From toil to truth, 'tis God's eternal song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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