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I'm after the words to a Poem by Angela Morgan (1874-1957)
Titled "WORK"
First line "Work, Thank gog for the might of it'

Can any help for the complete poem?

2007-08-19 01:38:51 · 2 answers · asked by pvc462001 2 in Arts & Humanities Poetry

I'm after the words to a Poem by Angela Morgan (1874-1957)
Titled "WORK"
First line "Work, Thank gog for the might of it'

Can anyone help for the complete words for this poem?

2007-08-19 01:40:48 · update #1

2 answers

Is this the one you are looking for?

WORK
Labor Day Poem

WORK
Thank God for the might of it,
The ardor, the urge, the delight of it,
Work that springs from the heart's desire,
Setting the brain and the soul on fire
Oh, what is so good as the heat of it,
And what is so glad as the beat of it,
And what is so kind as the stern command,
Challenging brain and heart and hand?
Work!

Thank God for the pride of it,
For the beautiful, conquering tide of it,
Sweeping the life in its furious flood,
Thrilling the arteries, cleansing the blood,
Mastering stupor and dull despair,
Moving the dreamer to do and dare,
Oh, what is so good as the urge of it,
And what is so glad as the surge of it,
And what is so strong as the summons deep,
[lousing the torpid soul from sleep?
Work!

Thank God for the pace of it,
For the terrible, keen, swift race of it;

Work
Fiery steeds In full control,
Nostrils a-quiver to greet the goal.
Work, the Power that drives behind,
Guiding the purposes, taming the minds
Holding the runaway wishes back,
Reining the will to one steady track,
Speeding the energies faster, faster,
Triumphing over disaster.
Oh, what is so good as the pain of it5
And what is so kind as the cruel goad,
Forcing us on through the rugged road?
Work!

Thank God for the swing of it,
For the clamoring, hammering ring of it,
Passion and labor daily hurled
On the mighty anvils of the world,
Oh, what is so fierce as the flame of it?
And what is so huge as the aim of it?
Thundering on through dearth and doubt,
Calling the plan of the Maker out
Work, the Titan: Work, the friend,
Shaping the earth to a glorious end,
Draining the swamps and blasting the hills,
Doing whatever the Spirit wills
Rending a continent apart,

Work
To answer the dream of the Master heart,
Thank God for a world where none may shirk
Thank God for the splendor of work!

Angela Morgan

2007-08-19 01:55:28 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 3 0

glad I found this . Its beautiful!

2016-02-26 14:53:09 · answer #2 · answered by Morhair 1 · 1 0

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