THE DAY'S WORK.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XX, Issue 39, 15 July 1892, Page 25

THE DAY'S WORK.

Do tby day's work, my dear, Though fast and dark the clouds are drifting near, Though time has little left for hope and very mnch for fear. Do tby day's work, though now The hand must falter and the head must bow, And far above the failing foot shows the bold mountain brow. Yet there ia left for us, Who on the valley's verge stand, trembling thus, A light that lies far in the west — soft, faint, bat luminous. We can give kindly speech, And ready helping hand to all and each, And patience, to the young around, by Bmiling silence teach. We can give gentle thought, And charity, by life's long lesson taught, And wisdom, from old faults lived down, by toil and failure wrought. We can give love, unmarred By selfish snatch at happiness, nnjarred By the keen aim for power or joy that makes youth cold and hard. And if gay hearts reject The gifts we hold — would fain fare on unchecked On the bright roads that scarcely yield all that young eyes expectWhy, do thy day's work still. The calm, deep founts of love are Blow to chill ; And heaven may yet the harvest yield, the work worn hands to fill, —AU the Year Mound,