Ballads for little folk . rel looks out for his mast, And he who depends on his neighborWill never have friends, first or last. In short, tis no better than thieving,Though thief is a harsh name to call ; Good things to be always receiving,And never to give back at all. And do not put off till to-morrow The thing that you ought to do now, A Sermon. 87 But first set the share in the furrow,And then set your hand to the plough. The time is too short to be waiting,The day maketh haste to the night, And it s just as hard work to be hatingYour work as to do it outright. Know this, too, before you a
Ballads for little folk . rel looks out for his mast, And he who depends on his neighborWill never have friends, first or last. In short, tis no better than thieving,Though thief is a harsh name to call ; Good things to be always receiving,And never to give back at all. And do not put off till to-morrow The thing that you ought to do now, A Sermon. 87 But first set the share in the furrow,And then set your hand to the plough. The time is too short to be waiting,The day maketh haste to the night, And it s just as hard work to be hatingYour work as to do it outright. Know this, too, before you are older,And all the fresh morning is gone, Who puts to the worlds wheel a shoulderIs he that will move the world on ! Dont weary out will with delaying, And when you are crowded, dont stop ; Believe me there s truth in the saying : There always is room at the top. To conscience be true, and to man true. Keep faith, hope, and love, in your breast,And when you have done all you can do, Why, then you may trust for the
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