Adam, Automation, and The American College
John S. Diekhoff · Quest · 1965
well may we labor still to dress This Garden, still to tend Plant, Herb, and Flow'r, Our pleasant task enjoin'd, but till more hands Aid us, the work under our labor grows, Luxurious by restraint; what we by day Lop overgrown, or prune, or prop, or bind, One night or two with wanton growth derides Tending to wild . . . Let us divide our labors, thou where choice Leads thee, or where most needs, whether to wind The Woodbine round this Arbor, or direct The clasping Ivy where to climb, while I In yonder Spring of Roses intermixt With Myrtle, find what to redress till Noon: For while so near each other thus all day Our task we choose, what wonder if so near Looks intervene and smiles, or object new Casual discourse draw on, which intermits Our day's work brought to little, though begun Early, and th'hour of Supper comes unearn'd.