Things continue much as they have gone
For me and mine. I rise before the dawn
To write and wonder; they will be along,
They whom I love and they who with me live.
I labor on so I may in time give
To them, though bailing water with a sieve
Suggests itself as having the effect
On boats as working has on what my sect
Of people owes or needs. It is correct
That my working, diligent and long,
Does no more good for me and mine than song
Can do to mitigate an odor strong?
Yet still I have to work as I have done,
And perhaps in time I'll find I've won.
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