Work

by Hannah   Jun 23, 2006


Let me but do my work from day to day.
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring marketplace or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray.

"This is my work, my blessing , not my doom;
Of all who live, I am the one by whom
This work can best be done in the right way."

Then who shall see not too great or small
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall o cheerful greet the laboring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadow fall
At even-tide, to play and love the rest
Because I know for me my work is best.

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