A Few Labor Day Poems I Like
A Nation's Strength
What makes a nation's pillars
And it's foundation strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
It is not gold, its kingdoms grand
Go down in battles shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stories to rust,
Their glory to decay.
And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at His feet.
Not gold but only men can make
A people great and strong;
Men who for truth and honors sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly. . .
They build a nation's pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
We have not wings, we cannot soar;
But we have feet to scale and climb
By slow degrees, by more and more,
The cloudy summits of our time.
The mighty pyramids of stone
That wedge-like cleave the desert airs,
When nearer seen, and better known,
Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
The distant mountains, that uprear
Their solid bastions to the skies,
Are crossed by pathways, that appear
As we to highger levels rise.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by suden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If you are poor, work.
If you are rich, continue to work.
If you are burdened with seemingly
unfair responsibility, work.
If you are happy, keep right on working.
Idleness gives room for doubts and fears.
If disappointments come, work.
If sorrow overwhelms you and loved ones
seem not true, work.
If health is threatened, work.
When faith falters and reason fails, just work.
When dreams are shattered and hope seems dead,
work as if your life was in peril.
It really is.
Whatever happens or matters, work.
Work faithfully, work with faith.
Work is the greatest material remedy available.
Work will cure both mental and physical afflictions.
Have A Happy Labor Day!
There are so many poems that remind us of the labor, strength, love and benefits of work. I hope you enjoyed these few Labor Day poems I wanted to share with you. Sometimes the simple words of a poem can really make you think, and can mean so much.
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