To live within a cave-it is most good;
But, if God make a day,
And some one come, and say,
'Lo! I have gather'd faggots in the wood!'
E'en 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.
Salve!
Thomas Edward Brown
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Poem topics: fire, good, stay, speed, mood, live, stone, Valentine's Day, thine, warmth, god, light, morning, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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