The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1905-06-17
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ON SCALE FOR LABOR
Humanity's Noblest Prayer Is
that Labor Should Enjoy
Fullest Freedom.
Yoke of the World is Hard 1t
Is No Gold We Need, But
Love and Justice.

Love anu y uSt1Ce.
Cincinnati, o., June l5-Herbert S.
Bigelow. in his pulpit at the Vine
street Congregational church. said in
part:
"Come unto me, all ye that labor and
are heavy laden, and I will give you
rest
There is no merited rest without
useful labor.
The ploughman goes to the field when
the dew is heavy on the grass. All the
day long he follows the furrow. The
furrow is narrow and the field Is wide.
Up one side and down the other One
round completed and another begun.
stones, the breathing Of the horses, the
straining Of the harness, the caws OF
passing crows, the rumble Of distant
thunder, these are all the sounds he
hears as the shadows lengthen and the
sun goes down behind the woods.
The man looks at his work and de-
cides he will make one more round.
But no, he hears the ringing Of bell.
The horses know what it means and
stop. Then comes the walk up the long
lane to the barn; the evening songs OF
birds; the lowing cattle; the generous
meal; the family group on the porch
or under the trees, talking OF homely
matters and not unconscious of the
stars.
Then sleep-the sleep of mind at
peace and a tired body. The owl may
screech, or the lightning may flash, or
the windows rattle with the thunder,
but the ploughman hears nothing of it
ALL In the great commonwealth of
labor he has done his part and' Nature
has said: Come unto me, all ye that
labor and are heavy-laden, and I will
give you rest
Labor is a sacrament. To make
labor free, labor for all and for all
free labor, that all may know the Joy
of work and none may wear the yoke
of drudgery-this is humanity's noblest
prayer
Humanity's NobIest Prayer.
If none were idle. if none had the
power to live by the sweat of another,
what health there might be, what
Towering Of the spirit of man, what
beauty of life might grace the null
titude!
When wealth is unearned and labor
despised and desire vitiated and want
a constant dread humanity, weary
and heavy-laden, will find no rest.
1T, lo 1f Ire
and says: Your heart is hungry and
your soul is without peace. In hum
dred ways your life transgresses my
law. Come to me. Do justice on the
earth. Then your heart-hunger will
be satisfied and your soul will find
rest"
Yokes That are Hard.
The yoke Of the world is hard. On
the stock exchange, on the board of
trade, in the lobbies of senate chambers
are frantic hands reaching for the gilt
tering gold. To these driven slaves
the voice comes: Take my yoke upon
you and learn Of me. 1t is not gold
you need, but love-
Even now in Eastern seas, those
hostile fleets may have come together
and the brains of Buddhists and of
Christians may be scattered on op-
posing decks. Because kings have
grudges, or princes itch for guilty
glory, or someone covets the lands of
another, the wretched peasants are
sent to kill each other and mothers
weep in Japan and hearts break In
Russia without knowing why.
There is another and easier way OF
tife. There are those who do not lust
Tor riches or power. Their lives are
silled with the dignity Of honest labor
Their friendship is golden In their
1ilent example is virtue and strength
They do their work. They speak the
truth. They pity the sorrowing. They
are the friends of peace They dream
of justice and goodwill. Their yoke
is easy and their burden is light.