Toil e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. How false the note from him who sings That toiling lends a sloping brow, But brutal minds behind the plow; His soul may soar, but not on wings. The world wafts far beyond his ken. True toiling is the truest creed, The hammer rings in richest meed.