LET me work and be glad, O Lord, and I ask no more; With will to turn where the sunbeams burn At the sill of my workshop door. Aforetime I prayed my prayer For the glory and gain of earth, But now grown wise and with opened eyes, I have seen what the prayer was worth. Give me my work to do And peace of the task well done; Youth of the Spring and its blossoming And the light of the moon and sun. Pleasure of little things That never may pall or end, And fast in my hold no lesser gold Than the honest hand of a friend. Let me forget in time Folly of dreams that I had; Give me my share of a world most fair -- Let me work and be glad. |