And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed--they know the angels
are on their side:
They know in them is the Grace confessed, and for them are the
Mercies multiplied;
They sit at the Feet, they hear the Word, they see how truly the
Promise runs;
They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and--the Lord He lays
it on Martha's sons!
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Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.
Tools were made and born with hands,
Every farmer understands.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done.
A woman's work, grave sirs, is never done.
The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire.
He shall fulfill God's utmost will, read more
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.
Plough deep while sluggards sleep.
Plough deep while sluggards sleep.
A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three read more
A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
"Men work together," I told him from the heart,
"Whether they work together or apart."
"Men work together," I told him from the heart,
"Whether they work together or apart."
By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out read more
By the way,
The works of women are symbolical.
We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull out sight,
Producing what? A pair of slippers, sir,
To put on when you're weary--or a stool
To tumble over and vex you . . . curse that stool!
Or else at best, a cushion where you lean
And sleep, and dream of something we are not,
But would be for your sake. Alas, alas!
This hurts most, this . . . that, after all, we are paid
The worth of our work, perhaps.
Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one read more
Properly speaking, such work is never finished; one must declare
it so when, according to time and circumstances, one has done
one's best.
[Ger., So eine Arbeit wird eigentlich nie fertig; man muss sie
fur fertig erklaren, wenn man nach Zeit und Umstand das
Moglichste getan hat.]
