Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market-place 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 shall I see it not too great, nor small, To suit my spirit and to prove my powers; Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.
