Hurrah for the men who strive ! But struggle like the brave! Hurrah for the men who earn their bread, J. RICHARDSON. LABOUR. PAUSE not to dream of the future before us; 'Labour is worship!' the robin is singing; Only man, in the plan, ever shrinks from his part. Labour is life! 'Tis the still water faileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark mist assaileth; Play the sweet keys wouldst thou keep them in tune. Labour is rest-from the sorrows that greet us; Work--and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow; Work-thou shalt ride over care's coming billow; Lie not down wearied 'neath woe's weeping willow; Work with a stout heart and resolute will! Droop not, though shame, sin, and anguish are round thee; Bravely fling off the cold chain that hath bound thee; Rest not content in thy darkness-a clod. F. OSGOOD. THE CHIVALRY OF LABOUR. UPROUSE ye now, brave brother-band, Clang, clang, clang, clang! We fight, but bear no bloody brand, Clang, clang, clang, clang! O! there be hearts that ache to see Eyes full of heart-break with us plead, In Labour's lordlier chivalry? Clang, clang, clang, clang! Work, brothers mine, work, hand and brain, And Love's millennial morn shall rise Clang, clang, clang, clang! GERALD MASSEY. HARD TIMES. LET us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There's a song that will linger for ever in our ears, 'Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.' 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary; Hard Times, come again no more; Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh! Hard Times, come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty, and music light and gay, There are frail forms fainting at the door; Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say, 'Oh! Hard Times,' &c. 'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, 'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore, 'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lonely grave, 'Oh! Hard Times,' &c. THE FARMER. A FARMER'S life's the life for me, I own I love it dearly, And every season full of glee, To plough or sow, to reap or mow, All's one to me I plainly see, 'Twill bring me health and cash, sirs. Chorus-A Farmer's life's, &c. &c. The Lawyer leads a harassed life, And 'tween his own and others' strife For foe or friend a cause defend, A Farmer's life's, &c. &c. A Farmer's life then let me live, A Farmer's life's, &c. &c. From THE UNION SCHOOL-SONG GARLAND. THE PLOUGHMAN. THERE'S high and low, there's rich and poor, But east and west, his trade's the best, His dreams are sweet upon his bed, His mother's blessing's on his head, The lark so sweet, that starts to meet All fresh and gay, at dawn of day Then, come, well speed, &c. &c. BARONESS NAIRNE. FROM SEED TO MILL. HOPEFUL the sower goes, All the good seed o'er the field; And for the sower's hope Next, with a clattering, Rick tick tick, rick tick tick, And full sheaves up-standing Where lately the sower had been. |