Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест)

A Plea

God grant me these: the strength to do
  Some needed service here;
The wisdom to be brave and true;
  The gift of vision clear,
That in each task that comes to me
Some purpose I may plainly see.

God teach me to believe that I
  Am stationed at a post,
Although the humblest 'neath the sky,
  Where I am needed most.
And that, at last, if I do well
My humble services will tell.

God grant me faith to stand on guard,
  Uncheered, unspoke, alone,
And see behind such duty hard
  My service to the throne.
Whate'er my task, be this my creed:
I am on earth to fill a need.

1. Spoiling Them
2. The Lost Purse
3. The Old-Fashioned Pair
4. My Books and I
5. The Toy-Strewn Home

Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) A Plea ("Why need we newer arms invent")

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