As We Go Forth to Labor.

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F. M. CROY.

1. As we go forth to labor,
And toil within the field,
God bless with us each neighbor,
And give a glorius yield.
May each observe with order
As he goes forth to toil,
Within our peaceful border
He must prepare the soil.

2. We pay you for your wages
No silver, neither gold,
But with our Golden Pages
True wisdom we unfold.
And when we cease our labors,
To rest beneath the sod,
May we, with these, our neighbors,
Repose our Faith in God.