See also: Poems by all poets about work and All poems by William Arthur Dunkerley
After Work
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.