Lord of workers, endless wise, It would be a wondrous prize If our work so firmly stood Thou couldst praise and call it good. Lord of workers, whose design Finer grows and yet more fine, All our work with purpose fill, Help us make it better still. Lord of workers, pointing far To ideal's perfect star, Leave us no ignoble rest, Lift our better up to best. Lord of workers, joined with Thee In endeavor's ecstasy, Let Thy words that cheer and bless Be our goal and our success. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND |