THE TOILER'S SERENADE.
(By M. Farrah.)
("Man goeth forth unto his work . until the evening." — Ps. 104). Day has been long since the morning hour Waked you from slumber deep ; Night comes at last, with a dream for dower, Sleep, wcary mortal, sleep ! Heart, you are wounded witli aching scars, Hands, you have toiled your best; Night draws her curtain, broidered with stars Rest, striving mortal, rest! Over Life's highway your feet of late Fcilowed the fairy gleam ; Healing and hope in the darkness waif» Dream, foolish mortal, dream ! Safe from earth's; sorrow, and pain, an4 pride, Sleep till the dawn shall break. Then — with a smile for whate'er betkll^ Wake, happy mortal, wakel
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Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 8, 7 May 1920, Page 13
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114THE TOILER'S SERENADE. Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 8, 7 May 1920, Page 13
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