Toiler and drudge, look up, The sky is blue, And clouds as white as wool Float lightly there; The love-light of the heavens Is over you, And like a floating cloud Becomes your care. Great peace have they who love The heavenly way; The upward look of joy, The tender tone, Brighten the toilsome hours; How bright a ray Of God's love-light springs up When love is sown.
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