Chapter 111 Work And Contemplation

The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinkth of her song, upon the whole, Far more than of her flax; and yet the reel Is full, and artistically her fingers feel With quick adjustment, provide control, The lines--too subtly twisted to unroll-- Out to a perfect thread. I henceforth appeal To the dear Christian Church--that we may do Our Fathers business in these temples mirk, Thus swift and steadfast, thus intent and strong; While thus, apart from toil, our souls pursue Some high calm spherical tune, and prove our work The better for the sweetness of our song.