Work

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.