Let me but do my work from day to day, <br />In field or forest, at the desk or loom, <br />In roaring market-place or tranquil room; <br />Let me but find it in my heart to say, <br />When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, <br />"This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; <br />"Of all who live, I am the one by whom <br />"This work can best be done in the right way." <br /> <br />Then shall I see it not too great, nor small, <br />To suit my spirit and to prove my powers; <br />Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours, <br />And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall <br />At eventide, to play and love and rest, <br />Because I know for me my work is best.<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/work/
