The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

WORK.



WE must work to live—
     Not body-life alone, but soul-life.
If to our work ourselves we do not give,
     Our thoughts, our aspirations and our whole life,
Then days become a torture, moments wound,

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     The lightest hours are leaden at the core,
And oftentimes we hear that awful sound—
     Time’s ocean with its spirit-crushing roar. [Page 125]