Ah, nice, we say and perhaps pray
Before duty of day-to-day
Fills our hands
With toils demands
To keep the howling wolves at bay
Good, good to work but not to shirk
The Giver of love’s pain and perk
This is the day
For farmer, teacher, preacher, clerk
Thought authors deed that falls like seed
Blessing and burden intercede
Where with fresh chance
God always grants
His grace sufficient for each need
Soon supper smells and citadels
Toll toil and twilight’s dusky bells
Ah, nice we say
Oh, pray we pray
To He who refills mercy’s wells
© Janet Martin
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