Eyeservice let me give
The while I live;
In shadow or in light,
By day or night,
With all my heart and skill--
Eyeservice still!
Yes, for the eyes I'll serve--
Nor faint nor swerve--
Are not the eyes of man,
That lightly scan,
But God's, that pierce and see
The whole of me!
Beneath the farthest skies,
Where morning flies,
In heaven or in hell,
If I should dwell,
In dark or daylight fair,
The Eyes are there!
No trembling fugitive,
Boldly I live
If, as in that pure sight,
I live aright,
Yielding with hand and will
Eyeservice still!
--Amos R. Wells.