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TO A WORKER RESIGNED
The cry went forth for labourers in the field,
And thou, dear child, obedient to the cry,
Didst leave thy quiet home, with purpose high,
To lift strange implements thou couldst not wield.
Now, in the shadow of thy roof concealed,
Thou sittest lonely, thinking with a sigh,
Of blessèd deeds which stronger hands may try,
Of sad folk comforted, of sick folk healed.
Yet serve they not as well the common Lord
Who from one tiny circle never roam?
Doth not the glowworm on earth's humblest sward
Vie with the seraph in the starry dome?
Let others spread their soothing balms abroad;
Thou art the angel of the church at home.
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