'Tis not my task to feed the fowls of heaven;
Nor clothe the lilies in their robes of white;
Nor paint the rainbow in the clouds at ev'en;
Nor deck the meadows with their blossoms bright.
'Tis not my task to criticise my brother,
And watch his progress with a jealous eye;
Nor envy the possessions of another,
And let my flowers of promise droop and die.
My duty is, to live that each to-morrow
Shall find me farther on my heavenly road;
To cheer and bless some fellow-man in sorrow;
To help some weary brother bear his load.
