Do What You Can

Do NOT think there is nothing

For children to do

Because they can't work like a man.

The harvest is great,

And the laborers few:

Then, children, do all that you can.

You think if great riches

You had at command,

Your zeal should no weariness know;

You'd scatter your wealth

With a liberal hand,

And succor the children of woe.

But what if you're naught

But a penny to give?

Then give it, though scanty your store;

For those who give nothing

When little they have,

When wealthy will do little more.

It was not the offering

Of pomp and of power,

It was not the golden bequest,

Ah, no! 'twas the mite

From the hand of the poor,

That Jesus applauded and blessed.

Then don't be a sluggard,

And live at your ease,

And life with vain pleasures beguile;

But ever be active

And busy as bees,

And God on your labors will smile.

Child's Companion.