@Work

The single joy is work.

In field, at bench, and table:

Work till the sweat runs hot,

Work without counting the cost,

Hours of determined labour.

- V. Bryusov

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You are days of promise,

And, heartened with concern,

Dare to show,

What Russian (read it as Indian) soil can raise up,

Of her own Platos,

And quick-witted Newtons.

- M. Lomonosov