Classic Poem

THE MILL.
For an Irish Tune.

WINDING and grinding
Round goes the mill:
Winding and grinding
Should never stand still.
Ask not if neighbour
Grind great or small:
Spare not your labour,
Grind your wheat all.
Winding and grinding round'goes the mill:
Winding and grinding should never stand still.
Winding and grinding
Work through the day,
Grief never minding
Grind it away!
What though tears dropping
Rust as they fall?
Have no wheel stopping —
Work comforts all.
Winding and grinding round goes the mill:
Winding and grinding should never stand still.