THE LONG LINE.
lioe \our row, it’s the only row for vou, From first Hush of morn till the evening’s dew, There’s never another your work can do On that one line. Murmur not, sigh not long not for rest, Thai is the way to be h.»pp> and blest ; He d >es well, brother who docs just his best, On the* long line. What* would \ou till in the green gardens near, Old rows, fenced snugly, so soft and so clear ? > a\ ’ up and at it! thou faint pioneer. On the' long line. Sing while ><>u labour, though weary tin* day, I if< is a song, though the skies tna\ be grey; Listening -ad hearts shall be cheered on the way Of flint long line. Never a rest when the work is begun. Never a prize till the goal has been won ; li en God shall whisper, “Thou servant, well done,” Seeing that line.
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White Ribbon, Volume 25, Issue 297, 18 March 1920, Page 4
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154THE LONG LINE. White Ribbon, Volume 25, Issue 297, 18 March 1920, Page 4
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