Explore "Life's Sweet Wages" by Gilbert Parker on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Who would lie down and close his eyes / While yet the lark sings o'er the dale?
Who would to Love make no replies, / Nor drink the nut-brown ale, / While throbs the pulse, and full's the purse / And all the world's for sale?
Though wintry blasts may prove unkind, / When winter's past we do forget; / Love's breast in summer-time is kind, / And all's well while life's with us yet.
Hey ho, now the lark is mating -- / Life's sweet wages are in waiting!