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Through work now lies the road,
Through work and daily duties, back to thee:—
As with clear gentle voice thou biddest me
Stoop and lift up my load;
Through work and daily duties, back to thee:—
As with clear gentle voice thou biddest me
Stoop and lift up my load;
The burden of daily labour to be done,
The burden of lonely thought—
Somewhat is waiting, ever, to be wrought
By patient toil, some summit to be won.
The burden of lonely thought—
Somewhat is waiting, ever, to be wrought
By patient toil, some summit to be won.
Not through the graveyard, through the gate of life
Lies the road back to thee:
Through earnest labour, noble strife,
Working out ends my tired eyes cannot see.
Lies the road back to thee:
Through earnest labour, noble strife,
Working out ends my tired eyes cannot see.
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