After Toiling Comes Rest

Transcript

How sweet to know, when we grow weary, that after toiling, shall their breath, how bright it may, shall in earnest clear it, that after toiling, shall their breath, shall fall down in care and sadness, so labor worn, and grief compressed, rejoicing in the most wise of gladness, that after toiling, shall their breath, rejoicing in the most wise of gladness, that after toiling, shall their breath. Oh, why should we grow weary hearted, when after toiling cometh rest,

the golden strands of life are parted, and after toiling cometh rest. See under the shadow the light of the shining, of golden sunshine a fairest fair, of darkest clouds, of brightest shining, that after toiling cometh rest. of darkest clouds, of brightest shining, that after toiling cometh rest.

Then cometh rest, then cometh rest, then cometh rest, then cometh rest, after toiling, after toiling cometh rest. then cometh rest.

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.