If the hours of life are fleeting, <br />Let those hours be well employed! <br />Working, resting, parting, meeting, <br />Life was given to be enjoyed. <br />And the enjoyment that is meetest, <br />In this life's vicissitude, <br />Best, and holiest, and sweetest, <br />Is the bliss of doing good. <br /> <br /> <br />Doing good! 'tis this that measures <br />Every merit, every claim: <br />Life's a school, and books are treasures <br />To direct us in our aim. <br />Wisely taught and well directed, <br />May our fleeting hours be past, <br />And by Heavenly care protected, <br />May we meet in heaven at last.<br /><br />John Bowring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doing-good/
