When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints not of woe
To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.
The wording of the contract is no different than the original offer. There's no protection on our jobs whatsoever. There's no guarantee that I'll be going back to work.