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Show WORK A Song of Triumph By Angim Morgan, tn New York Etonrng Mm. Work! Thank God for the mleht of It, The ardor, ths urge, the delight of It-Work It-Work that springs from the heart s dosirs, Setting' the brain and the soui on firs Oh. what is so good as the heat of it. And what is so glad as ths beat of it. And what is so kind as the stern command. Challenging brain and heart and hand? Work! Thank God for the pride of It, For the beautiful, conquering tide of it. Sweeping the life in its furious flood. Thrilling the arteries, cleansing the blood. Mastering stupor and duli despair V Moving the dreamer to do and dare. Oh, what is so good as the urge of it. And what is so glad as the surge of it And what is so strong as the summons deen, Rousing the torpid soul from sleep? Work! ' Thank God for the pace of it. For the terrible, keen, swift race of it. Fiery steeds in full control, Nostrils aquiver to greet the goal. Work, the power that drives behind. Guiding the purposes, taming the mind. Holding the runaway wishes back. Reigning the will to one steady track, Speeding the energies faster faster. Triumphing over disaster Oh, what is so good as t'we pain of It, And what is so great as the gain of it? And what is so kind as the cruel goad. Forcing us on through the rugged road? Work I Thank God for the swing of It, For the clamoring, hammering, ring of Passion of labor daily hurled On the mighty anvils of the world. Oh, what is so fierce as the' flame of It? And what is so huge as ths aim of it? Thundering on through dearth and doubt, Calling the plan of the Maker out Work, the Titan ; Work, the friend. Shaking the earth to a glorious end Draining the swamps and blasting the hfCs, Doing whatever the Spirit wills Rending a continent apart To answer the dream of the Master heart Thank God for a world where none maj shirk-Thank shirk-Thank 3od for the splendor of work ( |