Let me do my work from day to day
Let me find it in my heart to say
This work can best be done in the sight way
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray.
People are afraid to let me try.
And sometimes I need to cry
My sight inconvenience, has taught me
And the courage to be all I can be.
In field or forest, at the desk or loom
In roaring market place or tranquil room.
"This is my work, my blessing not my doom.
Of all who live, I am the one by whom.
At eventide
To play and love and rest.
Because I know, for me,
My work is BEST.
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