After Work: Poem by William Arthur Dunkerley

Lord, when Thou seest that my work is done,
Let me not linger on,
With failing powers,
Adown the weary hours,-
A workless worker in a world of work.
But, with a word,
Just bid me home,
And I will come
Right gladly,-
Yea, right gladly
Will I come.

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