TO live within a cave--it is most good; 
   But, if God make a day, 
   And some one come, and say, 
'Lo! I have gather'd faggots in the wood!' 
   E'en let him stay, 
And light a fire, and fan a temporal mood! 

So sit till morning! when the light is grown 
   That he the path can read, 
   Then bid the man God-speed! 
His morning is not thine: yet must thou own 
They have a cheerful warmth--those ashes on the stone.