The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
INDUSTRY. |
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INDUSTRY.
My days are never weary, yet I toilLike a strong plough that turns a stony soil;
A harvest it shall bear!
My soul is precious land I hold from God—
Early and late I furrow every sod,
And drop the rich seed there.
And still I feel no weariness nor pain
Steal over me. My labour is not vain,
For, reared with earnest care,
Autumn will show her sheaves of golden grain!
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