Classic Poem

Day by day the little daisy
Looks up with its yellow eyes,
Never murmurs, never wishes
It were hanging up on high.
So, the air is just as pleasant
And as bright the sunny sky,
To the daisy by the footpath
As to flow'rs that bloom so high.
God has giv'n to each his station;
Some have riches and high place,
Some have lowly homes and labor, —
All may have his loving grace.
God loves all his children dearly,
Rich, and poor, and high, and low,
And they all shall meet in heaven,
Who have served him here below.

We will ever be content,
And to Jesus will be true,
In our little humble way,
Doing what we find to do.