Working their appointed wark and never, never done.
"Nae sad repinings at the hardness o' their lot,
Nae heart-burnings at what anither got;
The good or ill, the licht or shade, they took as it might be,
Sae onward ran the burnie frae the gray rock to the sea."
There's a moral for us! There is always peace at the end if we do our appointed work and leave the result with the Unknown. Let us, then, follow Mrs. Browning,
"And like a cheerful traveller, take the road,
Singing beside the hedge. What if the bread
Be bitter in thine inn, and thou unshod