'Tis happiöess to lovc our work, For its ovvn sake, And could we always, none wouM shifk Or clrcaU to wake. Bilt life is long, and we may cease To love onr taska; Illnsions pass, the sober lays] Throw off thcir masks. They front na witli avertcel eycs And faded bloom ; The spirit quails and almost dies Befere thelr gloom. Ah ! then wc lenrn work has no worth Kor its own sake, And sorilld ars all taaks of earth Till love partake. For truly only lovc cmr lives Can worthy niake, And lic is happiest who moststrivcs For others' sake.