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A SONG OF TOIL.

I fake ihe little kiss she gives when I g<> forth at morn; I take the little farewell wish upon, the breezes borne; V I take her little arms' caress, and m trie morning light. .;. Go out into the world of toil to battle . for the right.. Ring, anvils, with your clangor ! .Bum, forges, fierce and far! The night shall bring— the world of home, Where, love and goodness are !

I lean to little lips she lifts to my rough lips of love, ■■''.:. I read the mother-hope that shines m eyes that gleam, above; . I hear the roaring city call, and unto it I. go ;: .. ,-, . : ...'--*-T _^~- ■ - Light hearted for . the stress, because a child heart! loves me so.

Swing, hammers, with yOrir. clattee ! Whirl, wheels, and shaft and beam ! The light of love shall guide ma home . ; . . ' -. . TT . .. . . From out this shroud of steam!

I take the little rose she holds arid pin ; it dn my breast, / .;..._. r take the tender iriemory.; of her word that cheered and blest; . I face the, urgent purpose of the. labor that is mine," , Filled with her trust and patience, her youth and faith divine Plunge, cities; with yOur thunder Of. traffic, shout and roar ! ., I take the task and do the deed, While she waits at the door.

I take the task, I face the toil, I. deem it sweet to be Bound to ; the labor that is love for love's

fine liberty; . From morning unto eventide, remembering her I go ..- - Under the bending wheel that glides forever to and fro. '.' /' Sing, mills, your clattering <_ chorus, Down where the millions sweat 1 I bare my arms- and give my strength And , joy m what I get. .

I give and take, and give again, and .unto dark am bent Beneath the burden of the task for whWi sweet life is spent ; But ah ! the Wage is dear to have, the little lips that wait, The hearts that, ring, the arms that cling, when I unlatch ihe gate ! - - .. .Clang with your mighty revei ! T - Roar, cities,- with your strife. ;, And God be praised for strength to T ■>-!' .oil. ; ;.'.-"- -_.' For wage of love and life! — d. olger McK_ns-y, m- Baltimore News.

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Bibliographic details

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 10963, 4 May 1907, Page 2 (Supplement)

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A SONG OF TOIL. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 10963, 4 May 1907, Page 2 (Supplement)

A SONG OF TOIL. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 10963, 4 May 1907, Page 2 (Supplement)