LABOR DAY FIRST MONDAY IN SEPTEMBER MEMORY GEMS No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him; There is always work,—and tools to work withal, For those who will; and blessed be the horny hands of toil. -J. R. Lowell. Work for some good, be it ever so slowly; -Frances S. Osgood. Good cheer to help me bear the traveler's load, And, for the hours of rest that come between, And inward joy in all things heard and seen. These are the sins I fain Would have thee take away; Malice and cold disdain, Hot anger, sullen hate, Scorn of the lowly, envy of the great. And discontent that casts a shadow gray, On all the brightness of the day. -Henry van Dyke. Pass, therefore not today in vain, -Omar Khayyam. The worthiness of life depends upon the way in which the every-day duties are done.-Theodore Roosevelt. Nothing is gained without work.-French Proverb. There is no work that is not honorable in the cause of humanity. The greatest genius God ever gave a man is the genius of hard work. -Edward Olney. Round swings the hammer of industry, And the heart of the toiler has throbbings 'Tis not the blood of kith or kin, "Tis not the color of the skin; "Tis the true heart that beats within Toil, I repeat-toil either of the brain, or of the heart, or of the hand, is the only true manhood, the only true nobility. Talk not to me of the stock whence you grew; -Spurgeon. From labor health, from health contentment springs.—Beattie. He who is honest is noble Whatever his fortune or birth. -Alice Cary. Boys of spirit, boys of will, Boys of muscle, brain, and power, These are wanted every hour. The true test of civilization is not the census, nor the size of cities, nor the crops, but the kind of men the country turns out. Small service is true service while it lasts. -R. W. Emerson. Of humblest friends, bright creature, scorn not one; Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. This is the gospel of labor Sing it, ye bells of the kirk; -Wordsworth. The Lord of love came down from above This is the rose He planted, But the blessing of earth is toil. PLUCK -Henry van Dyke. Be firm. One constant element of luck Is genuine, solid, old Teutonic pluck. See yon tall shaft? It felt the earthquake's thrill, Stick to your aim; the mongrel's hold will slip Yet, in opinions look not always back; -Oliver Wendell Holmes. Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us, Work, the pure Slumbers shall wait on thy pillow; THE NOBLEST MEN The noblest men that live on earth, Are men whose hands are brown with toil; Who, backed by no ancestral graves, Hew down the woods, and till the soil; And win thereby a prouder name Than follows king's or warrior's fame. The working men, whate'er their task, The royal stamp and seal of God; God bless the noble working men, Who rear the cities of the plain; THE WILL AND THE WAY It was a noble Roman, In Rome's imperial day, "They're safe in such a fortress; Is Fame your aspiration? Her path is steep and high; Is learning your ambition? There is no royal road; Alike the peer and peasant Who feels the thirst for knowledge, If he has still the Roman will -John G. Saxe. NOBILITY True worth is in being, not seeming- We get back our mete as we measure We cannot do wrong and feel right; But alway the path that is narrow And straight, for the children of men. "Tis not in the pages of story The heart of its ills to beguile, Though he who makes courtship to Glory For when from her heights he has won her, That nothing's so sacred as honor, We cannot make bargains for blisses, Helps more than the thing which it gets. For good lieth not in pursuing, Nor gaining of great nor of small, But just in the doing; and doing As we would be done by, is all. Through envy, through malice, through hating, No jot of our courage abating Our part is to work and to wait, And slight is the sting of his trouble Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth. -Alice Cary. |