Oh, never sit we down and say There’s nothing left but sorrow ; ,We walk the wilderness to-day, The promised land to-morrow. And though age wearies by the way. And hearts break in the furrow, .We’ll sow the golden grain to-day, And harvest comes to-morrow. Build up heroic lives and all Be like a sheathen sabre. Ready to flash out at God’s call, O chivalry of labour. Triumph and toil are twins ; and aye Joy suns the cloud of sorrow ; And ’tis the martyrdom to-day Brings victory to-morrow. —Gerald Masses'-,
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EXPECTATION., Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 4, 27 April 1907
EXPECTATION. Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 4, 27 April 1907
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