Classic Poem

To live within a cave—it is most good;
——But, if God make a day,
——And some one come, and say,
“Lo! I have gathered fagots in the wood!”
——E'ndash let him stay,
And light a fire, and fan a temporal mood!

So sit till morning! when the light is grown
——That he the path can read,
——Then bid the man God-speed!
His morning is not thine: yet must thou own
They have a cheerful warmth—those ashes on the stone.