Ella Wheeler Wilcox - d**h Of Labour lyrics

Methought a great wind swept across the earth, And all the toilers perished. Then I saw Pale terror blanch the rosy face of mirth, And careless eyes grow full of fear and awe. The sounds of pleasure ceased; the laughing song On folly's lip changed to an angry cures: A nameless horror seized the idle throng, And d**h and ruin filled the universe.