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Show ifveat and ty,6fnB Mp-A Labor Day&' KJ pause just ffyx$ The wheels have ceased to whirl aijgtddy p And I can rest. My name iklUh i Upon me every tower of fameMwijf rlEf And, at my fashioning, eahgred(mfajic S That has lent magic to our vfodcrf day j Came into being. Upon my shoulders resi The burden of the running of a worfdsk " lam the rock that must sustain it almf, ' - rA J build your cities, after which I bmigMr (? All their improvementsallaU lay tjiMSL On which your commme trawls to earMffiyiffli f And then the shipsh. jt Out of great timbers J have build fd 'feitiig And overlaid their hulls with sheets of steel. J , Labor, grew the food that must sustahQr Life in your body, vigor in yur(J ' Without me all thrasitesjfiifi am thrsTaic , ) Blesj&y theiojfstngaclgeve; - V fVith toil suspended, xvJioMufdrun the world? Could Fashion and her eager devotees, A, ll Society, Money, and such folk as these Keep the world turning? No, it must be me. Labor! And when Labor ends There culminates allpmss in the world. cwriiMW-ajJuiii.ww-u rJm. W. D. Pennypacker |