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LABOR

LKThbor's sons fresh courage take, nor let their powei'3 decline ; . . For labor is a noble thing with origin divine True labor is the highest praise that can ascend above, To him who makes the stars to ehme and filla this earth with love. Yes labor was ordained by God and in it He delights; Then let the sons of toil go forth, and battle for its' rights. What though the men who worship gold look on you with disdain ? They are indebted to your toil for all the wealth they gain. If you would find true majesty, seek not in gilded halls; Nor yet among that haughty class who labor's sons enthrals. Jt may be found in labor's cot, where nature unbegiled Bears up her sons in honesty, by gold dust undefilled. Yes, labor is a nobler thing than all the pride of wealth, It moulds man's form in symmetry, gives happiness and health. Then let the sons of toil go forth, with reason for their guide. And purge this land frc-.n tyranny, from priestcraft and from pride. We must depend upon ourselves if e'er this work be done, And rise before the lark at dawn, and rest not with the sun. Then let us sing of labor, till labor's cau3e shall grow O'erwhelming in its magnitude, and conquer every foe. E. W. Blackburn. BB CAREFUL OF YOUR MONEY. When life is full of health and gleo, Work, work, as busy as a bee; And take this gentle hint from me— Be careful of your money! You'll find it true, that friends are few When you are short of money. The single grain cast in the mould May spring and give a hundred-fold More precious than its weight in gold! Be careful of your monoy ! The grain you sow to stacks may grow ; Be careful of your money. But do not shut sweet Mercy's doors When sorrow pleads or want implores ! To help to heal misfortune's stores, Bo careful of your mon«y! To help the poor who seek your door, Bo careful of your money. Would you escape the beggar's lot, The death bed of the tippling sot, And live in sweet contentment's cot ? Be careful of your money! And if you need a friend indeed Be careiul of your money.

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Colonist, Volume IV, Issue 415, 15 October 1861, Page 4

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LABOR Colonist, Volume IV, Issue 415, 15 October 1861, Page 4

LABOR Colonist, Volume IV, Issue 415, 15 October 1861, Page 4

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