Louise Ayres Garnett

From “Resurgam”

INTO the noon of labor I go forth that I may reap my destiny.

Sorrow is my lot, and labor my achievement,

The beauty of God’s handiwork my compensation.

Something within me springs like a fountain and urges me to joy;

Sorrow is as beauty and labor as reward.

Thou art become a greater God, O God, because of my endeavor.

Listen through my ears, Thou of my singing sanctuary,

Listen through my ears that I hear Thy silent music;

Look through my eyes that I vision the unseen;

Speak through my lips that I utter words of gladness.

Walk Thou with me, work Thou through me, rest Thou in me,

That I may make Thee manifest in all my ways.

I will praise Thee, praise Thee with the labor of my hands

And with the bounty of my spirit!