STOPFORD BROOKE
“What, my soul, was thy errand here?
Was it mirth or ease,
Or heaping up dust from year to year?
‘Nay, none of these.’
“What hast thou wrought for Right and Truth,
For God and man,
From the golden hours of bright-eyed youth,
To life’s mid span?”
Was it mirth or ease,
Or heaping up dust from year to year?
‘Nay, none of these.’
“What hast thou wrought for Right and Truth,
For God and man,
From the golden hours of bright-eyed youth,
To life’s mid span?”
WHITTIER
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