DOWN and up, and up and down,
Over and over and over;
Turn in the little seed, dry and brown, Turn out the bright red clover. Work and the sun your work shall share, And the rain in its time shall fall; For Nature, she worketh everywhere, And the grace of God through all.
With hand on the spade and heart in the sky, Dress the ground and till it;
Turn in the little seed, brown and dry,
Turn out the golden millet.
Work and your house shall be duly fed; Work and rest shall be won;
I hold that a man had better be dead Than alive, when his work is done!
Down and up, and up and down, On the hilltop, low in the valley; Turn in the little seed, dry and brown, Turn out the rose and the lily. Work with a plan, or without a plan,
And your ends, they shall be shaped true; Work, and learn at first hand, like a man, The best way to know is to do!
Down and up till life shall close, Ceasing not your praises;
Turn in the wild white winter snows,
Turn out the sweet spring daisies. Work and the sun your work shall share And the rain in its time shall fall; For Nature, she worketh everywhere, And the grace of God through all.
COME from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
I clatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles. I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my bank I fret By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
I wind about, and in and out With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling;
And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery water break Above the golden gravel.
And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows. I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses:
And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
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