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A Plea For The Toilers

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From city clust anf din- Ai glad escape- the happy crowds rush on Eujoyments new to win, Or taste the swect repose by labor won. Sim to the rock-strowu beacli, Where silver-cvested breakers dance aud rave, Sotne where tho gentier rcach1 golden sand scarce frets the ■wave, High on the hcathy TiiTis, To taste the perfumcd zephyrs, Bomc wlll ■jreep, gome lave in cool, brlgfit rills, Tht ripple dowu In glassy lakcs to sleep Ont in the grand old wooda, The wand'rers troop in every leafy glade, Startling the solltade Whtre antlered deeralon tteirnoroétnave msdé. Others In white-wlnged craft do skimming o'er the blue of sumuier bc af , QuaÖlng the bounteous draught Or heltb'P TiW " Pon the breeze. On hills, in dales, or farms, On sea or shoro, In plcasaut country home, Such is the life that arms Eor steruer toil, the favored ones who roam. Tet worfcers still remaln, Who aid to swell our city's prldo and ■wealth. And, workln!!, scavcely galn TU metd of ml tbot nature claims for liealtb. For these momrt nor ttoovI ; They wander not by lake or ocean tide ; Were it not Tise and good - TVliocan- res the toilers at their sWe? Sljc Pictgaïïrp5


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Michigan Argus