The sun shines down in beauty,
And many take their rest,
But you attend your duty,
That refuge of the blest —
Of habit, make a virtue:
To mind the farm, no fleeing,
But ask yourself if doing
Is your way of not
Being
Other People's Feelings
The sun shines down in beauty,
And many take their rest,
But you attend your duty,
That refuge of the blest —
Of habit, make a virtue:
To mind the farm, no fleeing,
But ask yourself if doing
Is your way of not
Being