Poems (Radford)/I Could not through the Burning Day
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I could not through the burning day In hope prevail,Beside my task I could not stay, If love should fail.
Nor underneath the evening sky, When labours cease,Fold both my tired hands and lie At last in peace,
Ah, what to me in death or life Could then avail!I dare not ask for rest or strife If love should fail.