Another day God gives me, pure and white,
How can I make it holy in His sight?
Small means have I and but a narrow sphere,
Yet work is round me, for He placed me here.
"How can I serve Thee, Lord? Open mine eyes;
Show me the duty that around me lies."
"The house is small, but human hearts are there,
And for this day at least beneath thy care
Some one is sad—then speak a word of cheer;
Some one is lonely—make him welcome here;
Some one has failed—protect him from despair;
Some one is poor—there's something you can spare!
"Thine own heart's sorrow mention but in prayer,
And carry sunshine with thee everywhere.
The little duties do with all thine heart,
And from things sordid keep a mind apart;
Then sleep, my child, and take a well-earned rest,
In blessing others thou thyself art blest!"