An hour with thee! When earliest day <br />Dapples with gold the eastern gray, <br />Oh, what can frame my mind to bear <br />The toil and turmoil, cark and care, <br />New griefs, which coming hours unfold, <br />And sad remembrance of the old? <br />One hour with thee. <br /> <br />One hour with thee! When burning June <br />Waves his red flag at pitch of noon; <br />What shall repay the faithful swain, <br />His labor on the sultry plain; <br />And, more than cave or sheltering bough, <br />Cool feverish blood and throbbing brow? <br />One hour with thee. <br /> <br />One hour with thee! When sun is set, <br />Oh, what can teach me to forget <br />The thankless labors of the day; <br />The hopes, the wishes, flung away; <br />The increasing wants, and lessening gains, <br />The master's pride, who scorns my pains? <br />One hour with thee.<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-hour-with-thee/
