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The Sun—A Broken Reflection

What rest is in thy labors?
What tribute dost thou draw?
From age to age I follow
The great Eternal Law.
I know not rest or tribute—
I seek not gain or wage—
My work was set before me
In space, before all age.

Who set thee to thy duty?
The Will from whom all life
Receives its destined measure
Of labor, love and strife—
Earth its appointed orbit,
Man his appointed end,
Eternally ordained
Unfaltering to tend.

O wit of man, how feeble!
O mind of man, how small!
Think ye that your endeavor
Is e'en the type of all?
Work, but for rest and wages
Ye seek, and strive again—
Ye learn to love your pleasure
By blinding you to pain.

The Everlasting Silence
Engulfs the weakling plaint
Of labor unrewarded,
Of lives that toil—but faint.
So live ye—but in dying;
So work ye—but in need;
So hope ye—but in darkness;
So trust ye—but in greed!

Hung in the vast Eternal
I swing, I move, I sway
Among my heavenly brethren
Thro' age-despising day.
Obedient to the Power
Who set me in my place,
I seek nor need nor tribute
From Satellite or Space.

In earliest beginnings—
Earth without form and void-
Worlds circling thro' the aether—
Still was I thus employed.
From Chaos unto Cosmos
Have I watched stars renew—
Man, Empire, World and System
Sun, Planet, Moon—and you!

I spend myself in giving
The Life I needs must share;
The Light I shed around me
Is all the charge I bear.
The burden laid upon me,
Submissive to the Will,
Compels me to His Purpose,
Obedient—and still.
Laurence Saunders

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Laurence Saunders

  • Born in 1519 and died on February 8th, 1555
  • Was an english Protestant martyr whose story is recorded in Foxe's Book of Martyrs.
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