One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, <br />One lesson which in every wind is blown, <br />One lesson of two duties kept at one <br />Though the loud world proclaim their enmity-- <br /> <br />Of toil unsever'd from tranquility! <br />Of labor, that in lasting fruit outgrows <br />Far noisier schemes, accomplish'd in repose, <br />Too great for haste, too high for rivalry. <br /> <br />Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring, <br />Man's fitful uproar mingling with his toil, <br />Still do thy sleepless ministers move on, <br /> <br />Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting; <br />Still working, blaming still our vain turmoil, <br />Laborers that shall not fail, when man is gone.<br /><br />Matthew Arnold<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiet-work/
