  At the end of the day What reward shall we gain For the pleasures of play And the presence of pain? When the sun shall have set What reward shall we get? As we sing and we sigh Through the years' tangled ways, Through the winter's wild cry, Through the blooms of the Mays,— When the years all have set, What reward shall we get? Through the battle and strife, Through the right and the wrong, We shall climb to the life Where the years are a song; When the sun shall have set, There's a crown we shall get! If the Luxuries and Vices were banished from this world, Virtue would get so rich in a twelve-month that she would summon them all back and give them greater liberties than they enjoyed before. |
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