2025-06-04
Set thy heart upon thy work,
Let purpose guide thy hand—
The seed that’s sown in honest earth
Will blossom where it stands.
Let not thy gaze be fixed afar
On fruits that may not grow;
For joy is found in earnest toil,
Not in the praise bestowed.
The river runs with ceaseless song,
Unmindful where it leads;
It dances on through stone and storm,
Content in noble deeds.
So labor on with steady soul,
And let thy spirit soar;
Set thy heart upon thy work—
Desire the task, not more.
For when the dusk enfolds the day
And silent stars appear,
The peace of work well done shall stay—
A reward both true and clear.
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