School Days

by Maltbie D. Babcock 

Lord, let me make this rule
To think of life as school,
And try my best
To stand each test,
And do my work,
And nothing shirk.

If weary with my book
I cast a wistful look
Where posies grow,
Oh let me know
That flowers within
Are best to win.

These lessons thou dost give,
To teach me how to live
To do, to bear,
To get, to share,
To work and play,
And trust alway.

Some day the bell will sound,
Some day my heart will bound,
As with a shout
That school is out
And lessons done,
I homeward run.