Classic Poem

All around us, fair with flowers,
Fields of beauty sleeping lie;
All around us clarion voices
Call to duty stern and high.

Thankfully we will rejoice in
All the beauty God has given,
Faithful that it do not win us
From the work ordained of Heaven.

Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,
Let us work with all our might,
Lest the wretched faint and perish
In the coming storm and night;

Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,
Lest, before to-morrow's sun,
We too, mournfully departing,
Shall have left our work undone.

Following every voice of mercy
With a trusting, loving heart,
Haste we to life's earnest labor,
Eager for the helper's part.