In awe of a Labourer

Sways, Staggers, Limps and Falls,
It plays not, cries not, laughs not, but Works;
A laborer from dawn till dusk,
Its tawny colored body
Gleams in the light.
The little Man goes on and never complains!
My eyes enthralled, watch it in awe,
As it climbs and falls and never says "Can't!"
When God thought of earnestness, he thought of an ANT.