A WORK DAY WORLD
It is a work-day world, my boy, Nor ever think that play, Should hands and heart and brain employ Throughout the livelong day.
It is a work-day world, my dear, The bird must tend her brood, The tiny ant by labor sheer Doth gather up her food.
The lilies neither toil nor spin, But man is not like these ; He naught can do, nor have, nor win, By sitting down at ease.
The squirrel stores its food away, The bee doth fill her hive ; These labor both through Summer's day, That they may live and thrive.
Your Summer's day is this, my boy, My little lassie, too ; Then heart and brain and mind employ To store up knowledge true:
Oh, labor is a mighty thing, It holds the world in sway ; It opens the mine, it crowns the king, It stands a king to-day.
— Exchange.
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New Zealand Tablet, 26 November 1908, Page 37
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149A WORK DAY WORLD New Zealand Tablet, 26 November 1908, Page 37
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