TO live within a cave—it is most good;     But, if God make a day,     And some one come, and say, 'Lo! I have gather'd faggots in the wood!'     E'en let him stay, And light a fire, and fan a temporal mood!

So sit till morning! when the light is grown     That he the path can read,     Then bid the man God-speed! His morning is not thine: yet must thou own They have a cheerful warmth—those ashes on the stone.