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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By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss
and work twelve hours a read more
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and work twelve hours a day.
Joy to the Toiler!--him that tills
The fields with Plenty crowned;
Him with the woodman's axe that read more
Joy to the Toiler!--him that tills
The fields with Plenty crowned;
Him with the woodman's axe that thrills
The wilderness profound.
It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind
of work he is read more
It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind
of work he is to do in this universe.
In every rank, or great or small,
'Tis industry supports us all.
In every rank, or great or small,
'Tis industry supports us all.
But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself read more
But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and
pen,
We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.
Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better to do
Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better to do
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.
The uselessness of men above sixty years of age and the
incalculable benefit it would be in commercial, in read more
The uselessness of men above sixty years of age and the
incalculable benefit it would be in commercial, in political, and
in professional life, if as a matter of course, men stopped work
at this age.
When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride read more
When Adam dalfe and Eve spane
So spire if thou may spede,
Where was then the pride of man,
That nowe merres his mede?
