Poor Snail, That Toilest At My Weary Feet

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Title:     Poor Snail, That Toilest At My Weary Feet
Author: Charles Sangster [More Titles by Sangster]

Poor snail, that toilest at my weary feet,
Thou, too, must have thy burden! Life is sweet
If we would make it so. How vast a load
To carry all its days along the road
Of its serene existence! Christian-like,
It toils with patience, seeking sweet repose
Within itself when wearied with the throes
Of its life-struggle. The low sounds that strike
Upon the ear in wafts of melody,
Are cruel mockeries, O snail, of thee.
The cricket's chirp, the grasshopper's shrill tone,
The locust's jarring cry, all mock thy lone
And dumb-like presence. May this heart of mine,
When tried, put on a resignation such as thine.

[The end]
Charles Sangster's poem: Poor Snail, That Toilest At My Weary Feet

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