Fatigue.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 6 May 1914, Page 3

Fatigue.

(By Walt. Mason)

Eroni day to day we sell our wliey, our nutmegs, nails or cotton, and oft we sigh, as hours drag by,' "This sort of life, is rotten! Tlit> dreary game is e'er the same, no respite or diversion; oh, how we long to join the throng 011 some outdoors excursion ! On eager feet, along the street, more lucky folks are hiking, while w.e must stay and sell our hay—it's little to our liking!" Those going by perhaps will sigh, "This work we do is brutal; all day we hike along the pike, and all our work is futile. It would be sweet to leave the street and own a nice trade palace, and sell rolled oats to human goats, it would, so help me Alice!" All o' or this sphere the briny tear is shed by people weary, who'd like tq quit their jobs and flit to other tasks more dreary. Wc envy folks who wear their vokes, and tote a bigger burden, we swear and sweat and fume anil fret, and oft forget, the. guerdon. There is no lot entirely fraught with happiness and glory: if you are sore the man next door can toll as sad a story.