  Don't you lose your stock of patience When the world seems going wrong; It was here before you found it With its happiness and song; And it's altogether likely That it's pretty sure to stay With its music and its blossoms After you have gone away. Smoothing down the rocky way, On the paths where men shall wander It is likely stones will stay. Here and there the little pebbles You may banish one by one, But the mountains rise forever And your work is never done. Don't despair! What use to worry When the load you have to leave? Other hands and hearts will follow And the heavy task receive; Do your own part to the limit! Give it all the strength you can, And as sure as God is ruling He will crown you all a Man! Step by step the world advances Up the long and slippery slope; Step by step it slow upwanders Through the valleys of its hope; Leave the tasks that rise beyond you! Do the little deeds you can, And the millions coming after Shall complete what you began! The Good Book tells us that the Master went about doing good while he stayed in the world, and so we are not surprised when it tells about his welcome to the glory-land. |
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