And wisdom is to folly brought,
And all the day has gone for naught.”
Then spoke a voice within my soul:
“The day was yours, and will was free,
And self was guide and self was goal,
Each hour was full as hour could be—
What space was left, my child, for Me?
“Where was the moment in your plan
For work of Mine which might not wait?
The need, the wish of fellow man,