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 laboring hours, And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall At eventide, to play and love and rest, Because I know for me my work is best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF IVRY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY FOR 'THE WINE OF CIRCE' (BY EDWARD BURNE JONES) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN EVENING PRAYER by C. MAUDE BATTERSBY TO THE ROYAL ACADEMY by WILLIAM BLAKE ASOLANDO: WHITE WITCHCRAFT by ROBERT BROWNING THE TOAD-EATER by ROBERT BURNS NON EST MEUM, SI MUGIAT AFRICUS MALUS PROCELLIS ... by JOHN BYROM ON THE EPICUREAN, STOIC, AND CHRISTIAN PHILOSOPHY by JOHN BYROM |