Now shall I pour out my soul to daily duty,
Duty of rising early and sleeping late
Duty of vigorous study and little rest
Duty at dawn and dusk and busy nights.
Now shall I fill my heart with lively music
Song of the masters walking down the streets
Song of the apprentices, fairer than all music
Call of the day when actions are mounting still.
So shall the days to come be filled with duty,
Graced with the intellects of the eastern souls.
So shall I see the shadows of busy souls when night is darkest.
Still hear the day’s song when music dies.