Classic Poem

Every day hath toil and trouble,
Every heart hath care:
Meekly bear thine own full measure,
And thy brother's share.
Fear not, shrink not, though the burden
Heavy to thee prove:
God shall fill thy mouth with gladness,
And thy heart with love.

Patiently enduring ever,
Let thy spirit be
Bound by links that naught can sever
To humanity.
Labor! wait! Thy Master perished
Ere his task was done:
Count not lost thy fleeting moments,—
Life hath but begun.

Labor! wait! Though midnight shadows
Gather round thee here,
And the storm above thee lowering
Fill thy heart with fear,
Wait in hope! The morning dawneth,
When the night is gone,
And a peaceful rest awaits thee,
When thy work is done.