NOW the golden morning shines Let us each be up and doing, And when daylight swift declines, May it find us still pursuing! Each hath his appointed sphere, Hands and brain alike achieving, Hallowing all the fleeting year With the tribute of his weaving. Mind and Spirit, Light and Law, Into unknown realms extending, From man's tireless purpose draw Starry triumphs never-ending. Tho' the labour of thy hands Serves but to enrich another, God, above thee, understands Thou art helping on some brother, Who, of frailer mould and form, Other purposes fulfilling, Else had perish'd in the storm, Laying by God's task, unwilling. Tho' in mines thou delv'st all day, Gloom perennial surround thee, Every stroke emits a ray From the spot where Duty bound thee. Never let the heart repine, Tho' thy toil seem unavailing— Every labourer's work's divine, Hope and Love are never-failing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |