Let me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and in reluctant soul.
Not hurrying to,nor turning from goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past,nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To youth and age,and travel on with cheer
Let me but do my work from day to day
In field or forest, at 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 tthe right way"
Then shall I see it not too great,nor to 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 I know for me my work is best.
MADE BY: SCARED FOR LIFE
