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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Labor Is Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LABORARE est orare: <br>We, black-visaged sons of toil, <br>From the coal-mine and the anvil <br>And the delving of the soil,-- <br>From the loom, the wharf, the warehouse, <br>And the ever-whirling mill, <br>Out of grim and hungry silence <br>Raise a weak voice small and shrill;-- <br>Laborare est orare: <br>Man, dost hear us? God, He will. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We, who just can keep from starving <br>Sickly wives,--not always mild: <br>Trying not to curse Heaven's bounty <br>When it sends another child,-- <br>We who, worn-out, doze on Sundays <br>O'er the Book we strive to read, <br>Cannot understand the parson <br>Or the catechism and creed. <br>Laborare est orare:-- <br>Then, good sooth, we pray indeed. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We, poor women, feeble-natured, <br>Large of heart, in wisdom small, <br>Who the world's incessant battle <br>Cannot understand at all, <br>All the mysteries of the churches, <br>All the troubles of the state,-- <br>Whom child-smiles teach 'God is loving,' <br>And child-coffins, 'God is great': <br>Laborare est orare:-- <br>We too at His footstool wait. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Laborare est orare; <br>Hear it, ye of spirit poor, <br>Who sit crouching at the threshold <br>While your brethren force the door; <br>Ye whose ignorance stands wringing <br>Rough hands, scamed with toil, nor dares <br>Lift so much as eyes to Heaven,-- <br>Lo! all life this truth declares, <br>Laborare est orare; <br>And the whole earth rings with prayers.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a></strong></div>

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