Zest.
Topics: classic
Labor not in the murky dell, But till your harvest hill at morn; Stoop to no words that, rank and fell, Grow faster than the rustling corn. With gladdening eyes go greet the sun, Who lifts his brow in varied light; Bring light where'er your feet may run: So bring a day to sorrow's night.
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"Labor not in the murky dell,..."
This evocative piece by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, titled "Zest.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...