When the dust of the workshop is still,
The dust of the workman at rest,
May some generous heart find a will
To seek and to treasure his best!
From the splendor of hopes that deceived;
From the wonders he meant to do;
From the glories nearly achieved;
From the dreams that nearly came true.
From his struggle to rise above earth
On the pinions that would not fly;
From his sorrows; oh, seek for some worth
To remember the workman by.
If in vain; if time sweeps all away,
And no laurel from that dust springs;
’Tis enough that a loyal heart say,
“He tried to make beautiful things.”
(Text.)--EDEN PHILLPOTTS, _The Pall Mall
Magazine_ (London).
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