By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out sight,
Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir,
To put on when you're weary--or a stool
To tumble over and vex you . . . curse that stool!
Or else at best, a cushion where you lean
And sleep, and dream of something we are not,
But would be for your sake. Alas, alas!
This hurts most, this . . . that, after all, we are paid
The worth of our work, perhaps.
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
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All Nature seems at work, slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter, slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
There is joy in work. There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something.
There is joy in work. There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something.
The Lord had a job for me, but I had so much to do,
I said, "You get somebody read more
The Lord had a job for me, but I had so much to do,
I said, "You get somebody else--or wait till I get through."
I don't know how the Lord came out, but He seemed to get along:
But I felt kinda sneakin' like, 'cause I know'd I done Him wrong.
One day I needed the Lord--Needed Him myself--needed Him right
away,
And He never answered me at all, but I could hear Him say
Down in my accusin' heart, "Nigger, I'se got too much to do,
You get somebody else or wait till I get through."
For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep,
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For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over the sooner to sleep,
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.
Let no one till his death
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
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Let no one till his death
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
Until the day's out and the labour done.
Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be,
That may both werken wel and hastily.
This wol read more
Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be,
That may both werken wel and hastily.
This wol be done at leisure parfitly.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
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Thine to work as well as pray,
Clearing thorny wrongs away;
Plucking up the weeds of sin,
Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.
