Eliza Cook （b. 1817,d. 1889） was born at London. In 1837 she commenced contributing tperiodicals. In 1840 the first collection of her poems was made. In 1849 she became editor of "Eliza Cook‘s Journal."
1.Work,work,my boy,be not afraid;Look labor boldly in the face;Take up the hammer or the spade,And blush not for your humble place.
2.There’s glory in the shuttle‘s song;There’s triumph in the anvil‘s stroke;There’s merit in the brave and strong Whdig the mine or fell the oak.
3.The wind disturbs the sleeping lake,And bids it ripple pure and fresh;It moves the green boughs till they make Grand music in their leafy mesh1.
4.And sthe active breath of lifeShould stir our dull and sluggard wills;For are we not created rife21Mesh,network.2Rife,abounding.With health,that stagnant1 torpor2 kills?
5.I doubt if he whlolls3 his head Where idleness and plenty meet,Enjoys his pillow or his bread.As those whearn the meals they eat.
6.And man is never half sblest As when the busy day is spentSas tmake his evening rest A holiday of glad content.1Stagnant,inactive.2Torpor,laziness,stupidity. 3Lolls,reclines,leans。