"WORK—WORK—WORK."*

KATHARINE T. PORTER.

Should we a golden apple seeOn topmost bough of highest tree,Would we e'er heed the height, or strainInvolved, that golden fruit to gain?If, fathoms deep, beneath the sea,Men knew rare, precious gems to be,Would they not dive, and dive again,Despite the dangers of the main?Did we but know—quite surely know—That, tons of solid rock below,The golden ore lay, hidden deep,Would then our only thought be sleep?Shall we then hear the children cry,The world see in its misery,And yet withhold Truth's golden key,That which alone can make men free?Oh, let us work, and work amain,Till all this golden treasure gain;Lay idle, selfish sense away—'Tis work alone will gain the day!

*Messages to The Mother Church, p. 20.

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