And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed--they know the angels
are on their side:
They know in them is the Grace confessed, and for them are the
Mercies multiplied;
They sit at the Feet, they hear the Word, they see how truly the
Promise runs;
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and--the Lord He lays
it on Martha's sons!
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Now if any man build upon this foundation gold, silver, precious
stones, wood, hay, stubble;
Every man's work read more
Now if any man build upon this foundation gold, silver, precious
stones, wood, hay, stubble;
Every man's work shall be made manifest: for the day shall
declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire
shall try every man's work of what sort it is.
If I went to work in a factory the first thing I'd do is join a union.
If I went to work in a factory the first thing I'd do is join a union.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
Earned with the sweat of my brows.
Earned with the sweat of my brows.
Let us take to our hearts a lesson--
No lesson could braver be--
From the ways of read more
Let us take to our hearts a lesson--
No lesson could braver be--
From the ways of the tapestry weavers
On the other side of the sea.
Anyone who can walk to the welfare office can walk to work.
Anyone who can walk to the welfare office can walk to work.
I never did anything by accident, nor did any of my inventions come by accident; they came by work.
I never did anything by accident, nor did any of my inventions come by accident; they came by work.
Hasten slowly, and without losing heart, put your work twenty
times upon the anvil.
[Fr., Hatez-vous lentement; et, read more
Hasten slowly, and without losing heart, put your work twenty
times upon the anvil.
[Fr., Hatez-vous lentement; et, sans perdre courage,
Vingt fois sur le metier remettez votre ouvrage.]
Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that read more
Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . .
Sabbathless Satan!
