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[XXVI. While work is only task we are apprentices]
While work is only task we are apprentices;
The master does his work with joyfulness and ease.
The master does his work with joyfulness and ease.
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His labor is his joy, and not the prize it brings,
And Nature, while he works, to him her secret sings.
And Nature, while he works, to him her secret sings.
| Poems by William W. Story | |