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'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry,
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.
'Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry,
As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.
With hand on the spade and heart in the sky
Dress the ground and till it;
Turn read more
With hand on the spade and heart in the sky
Dress the ground and till it;
Turn in the little seed, brown and dry,
Turn out the golden millet.
Work, and your house shall be duly fed:
Work, and rest shall be won;
I hold that a man had better be dead
Than alive when his work is done.
And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed--they know the angels
are on their side:
They know read more
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!
God be thank'd that the dead have left still
Good undone for the living to do--
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God be thank'd that the dead have left still
Good undone for the living to do--
Still some aim for the heart and the will
And the soul of a man to pursue.
A warke it ys as easie to be done
As tys to saye Jacke! robys on.
A warke it ys as easie to be done
As tys to saye Jacke! robys on.
A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done.
A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done.
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.]
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.
Earned with the sweat of my brows.
Earned with the sweat of my brows.