Classic Poem

As the loquacious geese upon the wing,
Beguiling labor, never cease to sing;
As the poor bee, half drowned in soaking rain,
Dries his wet wing and buzzes forth again;
As the good dog obeys his master's will,
Thro' good and evil his companion still;
As the meek lamb, beneath the butcher's knife,
In conscious innocence resigns its life —
So, man, on thee when life's hard labors press,
Let your heart sing, and make the burden less.
When Mischief's ill-brewed rains have drenched it thro',
Dry your wet cloak and brave the storm anew.
From your own dog a golden lesson learn,
And ne'er to sacred friendship traitor turn.
When death shall lift his hand to stop thy breath,
Look up with innocence and welcome death!