Work

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.

by Henry Van Dyke

Comments (8)

PLEASE get rid of the monotonous auto-voice! this is poetry, not voice jail... i'll record it for lyou without charge.
My 6th grade teacher wrote the poem on the blackboard to be memorized by the class. (1938) I have referred to it many times in my career as a physician. Thank you for the reference and publication.
Hi i just want to know if this is a poem or a sonnet.?
My dad when he was a boy had to memorize this poem when his teacher discovered he was not doing his schoolwork. I and my siblings were judiciously blessed with him reciting it to us whenever we did not apply ourselves as we ought. It was a gift that kept giving. :)
for me I can get a little frustrating at times when I know that I have a lot of work to do. this poem makes me realize that I should not get so worked up about it.
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