Enough work to do, and strength enough to do the work.
Enough work to do, and strength enough to do the work.
When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need itlie down for an eon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew And those that were good shall be happy they shall sit in a golden chair They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair They shall find real saints to draw from Magdalene, Peter, and Paul They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame But each for the joy of working, and each, in his separate star Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are Rudyard Kipling.
Mine's work, good work that lives!
Unheard they work, unseen they win.
Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardeners work is done upon his knees, So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away And the Glory of the Garden, it shall never pass away.
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