Poems (Coolidge)/The Daily Round
THE DAILY ROUND
The daily round of common care Need never common be, If sanctified by earnest prayer And lived, O God, for thee.
The daily round a field may be Where wheat or tares we sow; If fed by dews from heaven above. None but the wheat need grow.
The daily round, a battle-plain Where we may lose or win; More deadly than the foes without Are those who wage within.
The daily round a ladder is; To mount it strength is given; For those who neither faint nor fall The topmost rung is heaven.