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  • Labor is rest--from the sorrow that greet us;
    Rest from all petty vexations that meet us,
    Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us,
    Rest from the world-sirens that hire us to ill.
    Work--and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow;
    Work--thou shalt ride over Care's coming billow;
    Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow!
    Work with a stout heart and resolute will!