Let’s salute the need for labor
(On this day we’ve set aside) —-
That pursued by friends and neighbor,
That producing pay and pride,
That which fills our life with meaning —-
Meaning lost to those who shirk,
Those who have no sense of gleaning
Satisfaction earned from work.
What’s it matter what the doing,
Be it more with brain or brawn,
If a profit be accruing
Or if progress can be drawn
From the effort that’s expended
And no shame or evil lurk?
Man should feel he was intended
To bring honor to his work.
Where He Walks