The Lord had a job for me, but I had so much to do,
I said, "You get somebody else--or wait till I get through."
I don't know how the Lord came out, but He seemed to get along:
But I felt kinda sneakin' like, 'cause I know'd I done Him wrong.
One day I needed the Lord--Needed Him myself--needed Him right
away,
And He never answered me at all, but I could hear Him say
Down in my accusin' heart, "Nigger, I'se got too much to do,
You get somebody else or wait till I get through."
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I do not like work even when someone else does it.
I do not like work even when someone else does it.
I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for
hours. I love to keep read more
I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for
hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it
nearly breaks my heart.
With hand on the spade and heart in the sky
Dress the ground and till it;
Turn read more
With hand on the spade and heart in the sky
Dress the ground and till it;
Turn in the little seed, brown and dry,
Turn out the golden millet.
Work, and your house shall be duly fed:
Work, and rest shall be won;
I hold that a man had better be dead
Than alive when his work is done.
God be thank'd that the dead have left still
Good undone for the living to do--
Still read more
God be thank'd that the dead have left still
Good undone for the living to do--
Still some aim for the heart and the will
And the soul of a man to pursue.
Nothing will work unless you do.
Nothing will work unless you do.
Unraveling the web of Penelope.
[Lat., Penelopae telam retexens.]
Unraveling the web of Penelope.
[Lat., Penelopae telam retexens.]
What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.
What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.
He that well his warke beginneth
The rather a good ende he winneth.
He that well his warke beginneth
The rather a good ende he winneth.
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall
blame;
And no one shall work read more
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall
blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame;
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate
star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They
Are!
