WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come;Weave in red blood; weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight weave in!Weave lasting sure! weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave! tire not!(We know not what the use, O life! nor know the aim, the end—nor really aught we know;But know the work, the need goes on, and shall go on— the death-envelop'd march of peace as well as war goes on;)For great campaigns of peace the same, the wiry threads to weave;We know not why or what, yet weave, forever weave.