Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG OF WORK, by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE First Line: Work while the sun climbeth high in the heaven Last Line: Then at the last, find rest with god. Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers | ||||||||
WORK while the sun climbeth high in the heaven, Work in the noon-day's dust and heat, Work till the evening its blessing hath given, Work while the moon keeps vigil sweet. Work while the verdant grasses are springing, Work in the summer's radiant glow, Work in the autumn with gladness and singing, Work in the time of frost and snow. Labor is noble and rich is its guerdon, Sweet after toil comes peaceful rest. Take on thy shoulders, rejoicing, the burden, Pleasure is good, but work is best. Great is our Lord, of labor the master; Follow the path His feet have trod. Strive, with the joy of all honest endeavor; Then at the last, find rest with God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV THE DAWNING O' THE YEAR by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE |
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