Wednesday, 10 November 2021

A POEM

 

Work

By  More Henry Van Dyke

Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the 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 the right way."

Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.



Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/work-by-henry-van-dyke

4 comments:

Margaret D said...

Nice poem by Henry Van Dyke obviously a Dutch name.

Nancy Chan said...

This is what makes me happy and proud of my work, every morning and evening. Have a good day. Hugs.

Janie Junebug said...

Very nice.

Love,
Janie

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Margaret.........Agree

Nancy........Thanks

Janie......It is

POEM DAY

  I'm Sorry ©  Rebecca H. Published: July 2015 Sometimes I wonder what my world would be like If I didn't have someone like you in m...