And the end is so far beyond our sight, And we find at the end of the race that we've run How little was worth the doing. So most of us travel at very poor speed; For a calm sleep under the daisies? But if one grateful heart can say " Your kindness cheered my life's rough way," And a tear shall fall on our senseless clay, We will stand up in Heaven in brighter array Than if all the world rang with our praises ; For the good that is done, it never will fade Though the work be wrought and the wages paid, And the lifeless form of the laborer laid All peacefully under the daisies. |