noon
New griefs , which coming hours unfold , And sad remembrance of the old ? -- One hour with thee ! One hour with thee ! -- When burning June Waves his red flag at pitch of noon ; What shall repay the faithful swain , His labour on the sultry plain , And more than cave or sheltering bough , Cool feverish blood , and throbbing brow ? -- One hour with thee ! One hour with thee ! -- When sun is set , O , what can teach me to forget The thankless labours of the day ; The hopes , the wishes , flung away : The increasing wants , and lessening gains , The master 's pride , who scorns my pains ?