A Litany Of Every Day

Not that there be less to bear, Not that there be more to share; But for braver heart for bearing, But for freer heart for sharing, Here I pray.

Not for scenes of richer beauty, Not for paths of lighter duty; But for clearer eyes for seeing, Gentler hands, more patient being, Every day.

Not that joy and peace enfold me, Not that wealth and pleasure hold me; But that I may dry a tear, Speak a word of strength and cheer On the way.

Not that I may sit apart, Housed from hurt of fling and smart; But that in the press and throng I may keep a courage strong, Here I pray.

Not that I at set of sun Measure deeds of greatness done; But that when my feet shall pass To my low tent in the grass One may say

“Speed thee well, O friend, who gave Freely all thy heart did crave; Love and truth and tenderness, Faith and trust and kindliness, In thy day.”