Emily Dickinson - The Service without Hope lyrics
779 The Service without Hope Is tenderest, I think Because 'tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work Has impetus of Gain And impetus of Goal There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until
779 The Service without Hope Is tenderest, I think Because 'tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work Has impetus of Gain And impetus of Goal There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until