cord.

Work is the law of love
Which rules the world below,
Which rules the brighter world above,
Through which, like God, we grow.

And this and every day
The work of love is rest
In which our sorrows steal away,
Which cares may not infest.

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The Will of God.

With heart as strong as fate,
Brave worker, girt and shod,
Adore! and know that naught is great
Except the will of God.

O sweet, sweet light of day,
Through which such wonders run,
Thou ownest, in thy glorious sway,
Allegiance to the sun.

And thou, O human will,
As wondrous as the light,
Cans't thou thy little trust fulfill
Save through Another's might?

With heart to conquer fate,
Brave worker, girt and shod,
Work on! and know that he is great
Who does the will of God.

* * * * *

"Laborare est Orare."

To labor is to pray,
As some dear saint has said,
And with this truth for many a day
Have I been comforted.

The Lord has made me bold
When I have labored most,
And with his gifts so manifold,
Has given the Holy Ghost

When I have idle been
Until the sun went down,
Mine eyes, so dim, have never seen
His bright, prophetic crown.

O, praise the Lord for work
Which maketh time so fleet,
In which accusers never lurk,
Whose end is very sweet.

* * * * *

Birds of Grace.

O little birds of grace,
To-day ye sweetly sing,
Yea, make my heart your nesting-place,
And all your gladness bring.

When ye are in my heart,
How swiftly pass the days!
The fears and doubts of life depart,
And leave their room to praise.

My work I find as play,
And all day long rejoice;
But, if I linger on my way,
I hear this warning voice:

_With fervor work and pray,
And let not coldness come,
Or birds of grace will fly away
To seek a warmer home_.

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Duty.

O work that Duty shows
Through her revealing light!
It is in thee my bosom glows
With infinite delight!

The shadows flee away
Like mist before the sun;
And thy achievement seems to say,
The will of God is done!

Ah, what if Duty seem