Did I listen to the truth?

Much of it has passed me by.

Now if only some one would

Speak to me and tell me why.

MEN MUST TOIL

We wakened in the morning

The wind had blown up cold;

And too, the oaks were grumbling

Like men agrowing old.

We must all work this morning,

Though rough and harsh outside,

Men labor in the storming

For all must eat betide.

THAT CLOSE DRAWN VEIL

If we could lift that close drawn veil and see,

The anxious hours might pass in rest and sleep.

But wait! Could men but sow and counting reap?

Who would toil on when knowing loss must be?

No wild glad hoping with expectancy!

And wooing lover then might he not weep?

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