All labor gained new dignity since he who all creation made toiled with his hands for daily bread right manfully. No work is commonplace, if all be done as unto him alone; life's simplest toil to him is known who knoweth all. Each smallest common thing he makes serves him with its minutest part; man only with his wand'ring heart his way forsakes. His service is life's highest joy, it yields fair fruit a hundred fold: be this our prayer--"Not fame, nor gold, but--thine employ!"