The following is from _The British Weekly_:
Just this day in all I do
To be true;
Little loaf takes little leaven;
Duty for this day, not seven,
That is all of earth and heaven,
If we knew.
Oh, how needlessly we gaze
Down the days,
Troubled for next week, next year,
Overlooking now and here.
“Heart, the only sure is near,”
Wisdom says.
Step by step, and day by day,
All the way,
So the pilgrim’s soul wins through,
Finds each morn the strength to do
All God asks for me or you--
This obey. (Text.)
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