The Long Line.
Hoe your row. It's the only row for you, From the flush of morn till even's dew, For there's never another your work can do In that one line. Murmur not, weary not, sigh not for rest, That is the way to be happy and blest. He does well, brother,' who does his best On the long line. What ! would you till m the green gardens near Old rows fenced snugly so soft and so clear ? Nay ! On and at it, thou faint pioneer. Up the long line. Never a stop when the work is begun, Never the prize till the goal has been won, Perchance God shall whisper, " Servant, well done !" Seeing that line. *-M.T,
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Waiapu Church Gazette, Volume I, Issue 8, 1 February 1911, Page 3
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119The Long Line. Waiapu Church Gazette, Volume I, Issue 8, 1 February 1911, Page 3
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