Classic Poem

Let me 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.