Friday, January 3, 2003

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Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
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Henry Van Dyke
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Dr Antony Theodore 05 November 2020

Then shall I see it not too great, nor small, To suit my spirit and to prove my powers; Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours, And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall noble ideas. tony

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ppaphhh 15 August 2019

pen pinaple apple pen

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Kirito 15 August 2019

it means work is good

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hakim 21 December 2018

PLEASE get rid of the monotonous auto-voice! this is poetry, not voice jail... i'll record it for lyou without charge.

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PoemHunter.com 15 August 2019

I'm sorry but no!

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Herbert Tanenbaum 13 September 2018

My 6th grade teacher wrote the poem on the blackboard to be memorized by the class. (1938) I have referred to it many times in my career as a physician. Thank you for the reference and publication.

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lily_ikun 30 October 2018

what's the meaning of this poem?

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Ornell 22 April 2018

Hi i just want to know if this is a poem or a sonnet.?

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Henry 22 September 2018

This is a sonnet, but since sonnets are poems, it is also a poem.

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Andrew Kettle 09 April 2018

My dad when he was a boy had to memorize this poem when his teacher discovered he was not doing his schoolwork. I and my siblings were judiciously blessed with him reciting it to us whenever we did not apply ourselves as we ought. It was a gift that kept giving. :)

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nevaeh 20 March 2018

for me I can get a little frustrating at times when I know that I have a lot of work to do. this poem makes me realize that I should not get so worked up about it.

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Suekaren 31 July 2018

My sixth grade teacher, Miss Shultz, made our class recite this poem and I’m still grateful to her! That was in 1950. I’m not sure my daughters were so grateful to hear me recite it years later...

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Nora Elias-atchue 30 March 2017

My Dear Old Dad would help me with my paperwork every week and he would cheerfully recite this poem. He has been gone now for almost 7 years and I can still see his smiling face and toothy grin and hear the pleasant lilt of his voice and see him seated at the big dining room table where we would do our work. It was more a reassurance to spend time with him and he was 83 and retired and we would find comfort in his continued engagement in what he recognized as productive activity. This was his secret to a long and happy life. I thank your website for finding this poem in its entirety so that I can memorize it and be reminded of the positive effects of a productive life in the search for true happiness.

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Neran Sati 07 October 2015

beautifull poem on the sense of human endeavour

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Sacilliyah YvesWalker 28 December 2014

Love this poem. Has stayed with me forever!

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Henry Van Dyke

Henry Van Dyke

Germantown, Pennsylvania
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