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Xxx.—Work. 4 4
XXX . —WORK . 4 4
, , Curtained In Sunny Light, Cradled In...
, , Curtained in sunny light , Cradled in visions bright ,
Idly I dream ; Seeing through , golden haze Mirrored my future days ,
Bright with its beam . Oh ! for truth ' s trumpet loud
Breaking my misty shroud , Calling me on ; On where the fight rages ,
On where the war wages , Evermore on . Better to combat still ,
Struggle with deadly ill , Fight for niy life ; Bearing as brave men must
Many a wound and thrust , Trouble and strife , Than to lie idly here
Wrapped in a cloudy sphere , Dreamy , ideal ;
"While from my nerveless hand , All idly drops the brand ,
While waits the Real . Life is a noble thing ,
Pain though it ever bring , Proving it true ; And we grow brave and strong ,
Fighting and struggling long All trouble through . Then to the battle-field ,
Fight on and never yield , Soon ends the strife ; Darkness shall bring forth light ,
Sorrow make joy more bright , Peace crown our life .
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), May 1, 1862, page 171, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01051862/page/27/