2

[CONTENTS OF PAGE ARE PRINTED]

RUB OR RUST.
Idler, why lie down to die?
Better rub than rust.
Hark! the lark sings in the sky--
'Die when die thou must!
Day is waking, leaves are shaking,
Better rub than rust.'

In the grave there's sleep enough--
'Better rub than rust:
Death perhaps is hunger-proof,
Die when die thou must;
Men are mowing, breezes blowing,
Better rub than rust.'

He who will not work, shall want;
Nought for nought is just--
Wont do, must do, when he can't;
'Better rub than rust.
Bees are flying, sloth is dying,
Better rub than rust.'