New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1848-01-11
NEW-YORK TRIBUNE.

Toward is Inidhour "oa' 90 r. -
His work shop has been ooscu 'O' MUS
A GOOD days labor done
The toil is hard that brings nan Orea1
And sometimes he bath scant supply
When droops awhile DIS n AMY neaD'
Ard glls.ens bis fall eye
", s,o,,, the trial shrinks he not
ror he has youth and strength and VIII
And though his toll is III repaid,
Bends daily to IL still.
He sometimes murmurs,- but his PRIDE
Checks each expression at its birth
That blessings 10 bis class denied
Surround the drones Of earth.
He passes. morn, and noon, and night
The homes Of luxury aud wealth
And glances at their gilded ease
His eye will take by stealth
And shadows gather on his face,
At times-but instantly depart
He feels such weakness disgrace
Both to his head aud heart.
He cslii,y sometimes takes him where
yVesItb' worth. grace, beauty, sll unite
And lovely tones arrest bis ear
And lovely looks his sight -
And much he thinks-aDd bali he slghs-
Vet ere his welcome work IS done,
He longs for home, and Mays eyes,
And for his prattling son.
His labor hath been light 10 day
And wife and child before him sleep;
And he has passed the halfspent night
la study close and deep.
The lamp burns dim-tne fire is low
The book is closed wherein he read
But wildly swell the streams OF Thought
Its io1ntain-pages fed.
With eyes fixed calmly on the floor,
But var, log and expressive face,
He cons the lesson DER and Ger
The history OF his race:
And much he finds Of word and deed,
Whose virtue is example now;
Rot more that makes bis bosom bleed,
And darkens DER bis brow
The thirst for wealih--the strife for power
The ccascless struggle for ren0wn-
The daring that hath seized arcalm,
Or caught wavering crown
The manhood that hath tamely bent
And falln beneath tyrannic sway
The baked resistance, that hath lent
Its darkness 10 the day
Bat chiefly this it is that fills
The swelling volume Of his mind
Tho countless wrongs and cruelues
That have oppressed his kind
And viewing them, upon his BRAIN
His own hard struggles darby throng
And as he feels their weight again.
he also deems Of wrong
Wrong 10 himself and wrong to all
Who bear the burthens he hath borne
a yoke I" up starting he exclaims'
O. Aud oh, how meekly worn
But as he reads Lies riddle stu.
He feels, with sudden change OF mood,
The stern, the indomltablo Will
That never was subdued-
The will. not to destroy bat build
Not the blind Might, Of old renownl
Which took the pillars in its grasp
And shook the temple down
But that whose patient energy
Works ever upward without rest.
Until the pierced aud parted sea
Rolls from its coral breast.
In the dim freight, for while.
His tall form moveth 20 aud iro
Then by the couch Of those he loves,
lie stops, and bendeth low.
Oh holy lOve oh. blessed kiss
Ye ask not splendor-bide not power
But in humble home like this,
Yc have your triumph'hourl
lie tlCtlS-tIt even vi AIS Ni cams
Obtrudes the purpose OF his soul
He wauders where the living streams
OfKnowlcdge brightly roll;
Aud where men win their own good ways
Not yield 10 doubt or dark despair,
In dreams bis bounding spirit s,gsys--
In dreams he trirmphs there.
With stronger arm, with mightier heart,
Than he hath felt or known believe,
When comes the mouow's hour Of toll
He'll leave his humble door
No wavering hence he'll know-no rest
Until the new.secn goal be won
But firm and calm. and scli-possessed'
Bear resolutely on.
And this It il, that year by year,
Through which nor faith nor hope grows less
Pursued, shall crown his high career
With honor and success.
This-ihis IL is that marks nc man
Dare thou. then, meath whose studious eye
This lesson lies, rouse up at once,
And on thyself rely.
dive 70 thy free soul free6st thought
And whatsoe' er it prompts thee do,
That maniuly, year IN year out
With all thy might pursue.
What though thy name may not be heard
Afar, or shouted through the town,
Thou'lt win higher need Of praise,
a worthier ren0wn.
Press on, then Earth has need of thee
The metal atthe forge is red
The ak is rusting by the tree
The grain hangs heavy in the head.
Heed not who works not-iaJ0r thou
Lay bravely hold, nor pause nor shrink
Lifes RubicOn is herc-and stand
Not dubious on the brink
EciRnch. lst5.
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