Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.