As it fell upon a dayIn the merry month of May,Sitting in a pleasant shadeWhich a grove of myrtles made.
There was a young lady named Bright,Whose speed was far faster than light;She started one dayIn a relative way,And returned on the previous night.
The legend of Felix is ended, the toiling of Felix is done;The Master has paid him his wages, the goal of his journey is won;He rests, but he never is idle; a thousand years pass like a day,In the glad surprise of Paradise where work is sweeter than play.henry van dyke
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