Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Ernest Charles Jones 181969Earths Burdens
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Though sprightly summer cheers?
Or is thine old heart dead to mirth?
Or art thou bow’d by years?
Nor knows my heart decay;
Nor am I bow’d by countless time,
Thou atom of a day!
Their gentle music made,
And lightly on my sunny side
To feel the plough and spade.
Through floods of living light;
To kiss the sun’s bright hand by day,
And count the stars by night.
Around the cottage door,
And peasant’s song right merrily
The glebe come ringing o’er.
Such heavy loads of stone,
I scarce can grow the harvest gold:
’T is therefore that I groan.
Upon my quiet breast,
I feel the tear of the houseless child
Break burning on my rest.
The harmless joys I gave?
The pavement of your sordid streets
Are stones on Virtue’s grave.
My children drop away,
A gathering of unripen’d sheaves
By premature decay.
And olden honor’s flown,
And slaves are slavish more and more:
’T is therefore that I groan.”