At our Best

We tell thee, poor toiler, how hard we had striven,

To better thy lot, and to sweeten thy life ;

How much of our health and our brains we had given,

Engaged for thy sake, for thy weal in long strife.



And thou, ever-grateful to those few who love thee,

Wouldst listen, and never remind us of this : —

That but for thy toil, there would none be above thee,

Not even to work in thy cause, for thy bliss.



M. W.