Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth

Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.

Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

All's love, yet all's law.

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

My sun sets to rise again.

Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!