And, as the path of duty is made plain,
May grace be given that I may walk therein,
Not like the hireling for his selfish gain,
But, cheerful, in the light around me thrown,
Walking as one to pleasant service led,
Doing God’s will as if it were my own,
Yet trusting not in mine, but in His strength alone.
…If, through patient toil, we reach the land
Where tired feet, with sandals loosed, may rest,
When we shall clearly see and understand,
I know that we will say, “God knew the best.”
A good many people come to the close of the day with tired feet. There are those whose duties require them to walk all the day. There are the men who patrol the city’s streets, the guardians of our homes. There are the postmen who bring letters to our doors. There are the messengers who are always hurrying to and fro on their errands. There are the pilgrims who travel on foot along the hard, dusty highways. There are those who follow the plough or perform other parts of the farmer’s work. Then there are sales people in the great stores who scarcely ever have an opportunity to sit down. Countless persons in factories and mills have the same experience. There are thousands of women in their home work who rarely stop to rest during the long days. Upstairs and down again, from kitchen to nursery, out to the market and to the store, in and out, from early morning till late at night, these busy women are ever plodding in their housewifely duties.
“Man works from sun to sun;
Woman’s work is never done.”
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