Francis William Lauderdale Adams - Toil lyrics

I TOIL, I toil, as toils a jaded horse Around the ever-changing changeless track From sunrise on to sunset, till the mill, That grinds in flour my heart and soul, is still, And the ropes are loosed, and I may leave my course And silent, alone with the night, go back To misery and the cruel sleep whose breasts, Bitter to s**, give poisoned milk. And this Is my life! And everything attests Hell's fleshless hand that holds me pitiless!