Why sit ye idly dreaming all the day, <br />While the golden, precious hours flit away? <br />See you not the day is waning, waning fast? <br />That the morn's already vanished in the past? <br /> <br />When the glowing noon approaches, we will rest <br />Who have worked through all the morning; but at best, <br />If you work with zeal and ardor till the night, <br />You can only make the wasted moments right. <br /> <br />Think you life was made for dreaming, nothing more, <br />When God's work lies all unfinished at your door? <br />Souls to save and hearts to strengthen--ah! such work, <br />Such a richly freighted labor, who would shirk? <br /> <br />Then arise, O idle dreamer! Dreams are sweet, <br />But better flowers are growing at your feet. <br />If you crush, or pass unheeding, idle friend, <br />You shall answer for their ruin in the end.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arise/
