Labor.

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L. MASON.

1. 'Tis toil that over nature
Gives man his proud control,
And purifies and hallows
The temple of his soul.
It startles foul diseases,
With all their ghastly train;
Puts iron in the muscle,
And crystal in the brain.

2. The Grand Almighty Builder,
Who fashioned out the earth,
Hath stamped his seal of honor
On Labor from her birth,
In ev'ry angel flower
That blossoms from the sod,
Behold the Master touches
The handiwork of God.