Sweet are the hours rightly spent for loving,
To recompense the days of earthly toil,
Beneath the sun that's forever burning,
Scorching the sons and daughters of the soil;
Respite from struggles of every lifetime,
Comes in the night of strange modalities,
How to indulge in pure virtue or crime,
As sleep diverts all from realities.
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We need a pleasant respite from the strife and toil of the world and the hours spent for loving and being loved are the most rewarding hours in our life. Enjoyed this beautifully rhyming poem! ! Thank you for your appreciative comment!