THE DAY’S WORK.

New Zealand Tablet, 8 December 1921, Page 45

THE DAY’S WORK.

The day’s work counts — It isn’t what You mean to do a week ahead It isn’t what you know you’ll gain S' When all annoy h&ve fled; It isn’t what you dreamed and planned Such hopes are but a phantom band — The day’s work counts. The day’s work counts The foot you gained Since yonder sun dispelled the dark, Next week, next month, next yea* are vain— Unto the present summons hark; How have you-fared ahead since morn In garnering life’s oil and corn? The day’s work counts. v The day’s work counts — . It isn’t much. The gain of those few painful hours, But be content if there be shown Some product of those sacred powers Which guide each mind, uphold each hand. Strive with the best at your command The day’s work counts.