Labor Not Poem by Scott Ransopher

Labor not to be rich in goods below,
For who can grow in wisdom of his own?
And seek not that which men on you bestow
Of fortune, fame, and beauty they have sown.
But not your eyes upon his dainty meat,
For who can trust the veiling of the coat?
Speak not to him who wraps a package sweet
With hands of smoothness- feign, and foolish dote.
Instead, lift eyes- trust Him in yon above;
Apply thine heat as he instructs thy way.
Rejoice! Rejoice! He fills thy soul with love;
Imparts his knowledge rich- enough, each day.
Then, hearken now to them and rest sublime,
Forever in His presence- O joy- 'tis hers.