Lord of workers, endless wise, It would be a wondrous prize If our work so firmly stood Thou couldst praise and call it good. Lord of workers, whose design Finer grows and yet more fine, All our work with purpose fill, Help us make it better still. Lord of workers, pointing far To ideal's perfect star, Leave us no ignoble rest, Lift our better up to best. Lord of workers, joined with Thee In endeavor's ecstasy, Let Thy words that cheer and bless Be our goal and our success. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH by HAROLD MONRO TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, IN NEW-ENGLAND by PHILLIS WHEATLEY TWO WOMEN by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS STELLA AND FLAVIA by MARY BARBER WINTER NIGHTS; A BACKWARD LOOK by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |