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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - There`s Work To Be Done
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`Tis the song of the morning,
The words of the sun,
As he swings o`er the mountains:
"There`s work to be done:
I must wake up the sleepers,
And banish the night;
I must paint up the heavens,
Tuck the stars out of sight;


"Dry the dew on the meadows,
Put warmth in the air,
Chase the fog from the lowlands,
Stay gloom everywhere.
No pausing, no resting,
There`s work to be done.
It is upward and onward,
Still on," says the sun.


`Tis the song of our soldiers
Who bravely march on:
"There are souls to be gathered,
There`s work to be done:
We must wake up the sleepers,
And teach them to think;
We must paint in full horrors
The breakers of drink;


"Dry the tears of the mourners,
Put the cups out of sight,
And, Eastward and Westward,
Proclaim, `There is light.`
`Tis the Marseillaise of Progress—
There`s work to be done,"
The song of our soldiers,
The song of the sun.
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