Excerpt from The Song of Life, and Other Poems H, sweet content, that turns the labourer's sweat To tears of joy, and shines the roughest face How often have I sought you high and low, And found you still in some lone quiet place. Here, in my room, when full of happy dreams, With no life heard beyond that merry sound Of moths that on my lighted ceiling kiss Their shadows as they dance and dance around. Or in a garden, on a summer's night, When I have seen the dark and solemn air Blink with the blind bat's Wings, and heaven's bright face Twitch with the stars that shine in thousands there. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.