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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A day's work is a day's work, neither more nor less, and the man
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There are two kinds of people, those who do the work and those who take the credit. Try to be in the first group; there is less competition there.
Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that read more
Who first invented work, and bound the free
And holyday-rejoicing spirit down . . .
To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . .
Sabbathless Satan!
Keep doing some kind of work, that the devil may always find you
employed.
[Lat., Facito aliquid operis, read more
Keep doing some kind of work, that the devil may always find you
employed.
[Lat., Facito aliquid operis, ut semper te diabolus inveniat
occupatum.]
The harder I work, the luckier I get.
The harder I work, the luckier I get.
The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
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The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
He shall fulfill God's utmost will, unknowing His desire,
And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise,
And give the gale his reckless sail in shadow of new skies.
Strong lust of gear shall drive him out and hunger arm his hand,
To wring his food from a desert nude, his foothold from the sand.
Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
Another lean unwashed artificer
Cuts off his tale and talks of Arthur's death.
