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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Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
Man hath his daily work of body or mind
Appointed.
Keep doing some kind of work, that the devil may always find you
employed.
[Lat., Facito aliquid operis, read more
Keep doing some kind of work, that the devil may always find you
employed.
[Lat., Facito aliquid operis, ut semper te diabolus inveniat
occupatum.]
Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one read more
Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one has done
one's best.
[Ger., So eine Arbeit wird eigentlich nie fertig; man muss sie
fur fertig erklaren, wenn man nach Zeit und Umstand das
Moglichste getan hat.]
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil
days come not, nor the years read more
Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil
days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I
have no pleasure in them;
While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not
darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the
strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because
they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened.
Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.
Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.
The day is short, the labor long, the workers are idle, and reward is great, and the Master is urgent.
The day is short, the labor long, the workers are idle, and reward is great, and the Master is urgent.
Tho' we earn our bread, Tom,
By the dirty pen,
What we can we will be,
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Tho' we earn our bread, Tom,
By the dirty pen,
What we can we will be,
Honest Englishmen.
Do the work that's nearest
Though it's dull at whiles,
Helping, when we meet them,
Lame dogs over stiles.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
And still be doing, never done.
And still be doing, never done.
