They who tread the path of labor follow where My feet have trod; <br />They who work without complaining, do the holy will of God; <br />Nevermore thou needest seek me; I am with thee everywhere; <br />Raise the stone, and thou shalt find Me, clease the wood and I am there. <br /> <br />Where the many toil together, there am I among My own; <br />Where the tired workman sleepeth, there am I with him alone: <br />I, the Peace that passeth knowledge, dwell amid the daily strife; <br />I, the Bread of Heav'n am broken in the sacrement of life. <br /> <br />Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free; <br />Every deed of love and mercy, done to man is done to Me. <br />Nevermore thou needest seek me; I am with thee everywhere; <br />Raise the stone, and thou shalt find Me; cleave the wood, and I am there.<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-who-tread-the-path-of-labor/
