WORK.
\\ hen work was set to music, In the long ago, There was music in the evenings, Round the fire’s bright glow. ° There was music round the table, With its humble fare, And dreams were full of music, For Content was there. Now, work is all a bugbear. All a hateful thing. And the meal-times or the evenings Little gladness brings. There’s a constant fret and grumble— Man and work estranged— But surely it's the motive, Not the work, that's changed. If work was set to music. As it used to be, The hard of heart might soften To the harmony. Each injght realise his calling In the great Life plan, As service to liis Master And his fellow-man. —Anon.
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Pahiatua Herald, Volume XLII, Issue 12962, 29 May 1935, Page 3
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120WORK. Pahiatua Herald, Volume XLII, Issue 12962, 29 May 1935, Page 3
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