Work

In days of old, men envied
Those who had no work to do;
But now we know we are happy,
Because we are working, too.

Both rich and poor, in labor,
Find Content and Peace of mind;
They dwell in homes of the lowly,
As well as the princely kind.

In Heaven, as Kipling sees it,
We work for joy of the thing;
God is the Master Workman,
And to Him our work we bring.