Do What You Can
Do NOT think there is nothing
For children to do
Because they can't work like a man.
The harvest is great,
And the laborers few:
Then, children, do all that you can.
You think if great riches
You had at command,
Your zeal should no weariness know;
You'd scatter your wealth
With a liberal hand,
And succor the children of woe.
But what if you're naught
But a penny to give?
Then give it, though scanty your store;
For those who give nothing
When little they have,
When wealthy will do little more.
It was not the offering
Of pomp and of power,
It was not the golden bequest,
Ah, no! 'twas the mite
From the hand of the poor,
That Jesus applauded and blessed.
Then don't be a sluggard,
And live at your ease,
And life with vain pleasures beguile;
But ever be active
And busy as bees,
And God on your labors will smile.
Child's Companion.