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Up, up, thou sluggard, ere the noon reposing!
Don thy bright armour—breast-plate, casque, and spear;
Thou that went forth so glad to meet the morning,
Tarriest thou here?
Don thy bright armour—breast-plate, casque, and spear;
Thou that went forth so glad to meet the morning,
Tarriest thou here?
Oh, go thy way! steep winds the path before me;
There mourns the cypress, there pale willows nod,
Standing for waymarks o'er their graves, who, toiling,
Fell as they trod.
There mourns the cypress, there pale willows nod,
Standing for waymarks o'er their graves, who, toiling,
Fell as they trod.
Too early didst thou call me from my slumber,
From my sweet morning rest, and I am fain,
Unduly tasked, to dream away unheeded
Fever and pain.
From my sweet morning rest, and I am fain,
Unduly tasked, to dream away unheeded
Fever and pain.
