To live—not for some joy that lies ahead,
Some beautiful but vague Elysian field;
But find that in real living joy is shed
In radiant light that daily blessings yield.
To work—not to accomplish some great end,
Some distant fortune or long sought career;
But, in those duties that to-morrows send,
Learn that the goal we seek is ever here.
To ask—not why the road leads here, why there,
As through this mystic world we make our way;
But as we pluck the wayside blossoms fair
Learn not with doubt but gratitude to pray.
