Toiler and drudge, look up,
The sky is blue,
And clouds as white as wool
Float lightly there;
The love-light of the heavens
Is over you,
And like a floating cloud
Becomes your care.
Great peace have they who love
The heavenly way;
The upward look of joy,
The tender tone,
Brighten the toilsome hours;
How bright a ray
Of God's love-light springs up
When love is sown.
