For wrath divine hath made him like a wheel--

Who first invented work, and bound the free

To that d九_九_藏_書ry drudgery at the desks dead wood?

To plough, loom, anvil, spade--and oh! most sad

Of busi九_九_藏_書ness in the green fields, and the town--

In that red realm from which are no returnings:

W九*九*藏*書here toiling, and turmoiling, ever and aye

Task ever plies mid rotatory burnings,

Sabbathless Satan! hｔｔｐｓ://rｅａd.99ｃsw•cｏmhe who his unglad

That round and round incalculably reel--

He, and his thoughts, keep pensive working-dhttｐs://ｒｅad.99ｃsｗ.ｃｏｍay.

Who but the Being unblest, alien from good,

And holyday-rejoicing spirit down

To the ever-haunting importunity