All day I've toiled but not with pain
T. Fisk
All day I've toiled but not with pain
In learning's golden mine
And now at eventide again
The moonbeams softly shine
There is no snow upon the ground
No frost on wind or wave
The south wind blew with gentlest sound
And broke their icy grave
Tis sweet to wander here at night
To watch the winter die
With heart as summer sunshine light
And warm as summer's sky
O may I never lose the peace
That lulls me gently now
Through time may change my youthful face
And years may shade my brow
True to myself and true to all
May I be healthful still
And turn away from passion's call
And curb my own wild will