Use me, God, in thy great harvest field,
Which stretches far and wide like a vast sea.
The gatherers are so few; I fear the precious yield
Will suffer loss. Oh, find a place for me!
A place where best the strength I have will tell.
It may be one the older toilers shun;
Be it a wide or narrow place,’tis well
So that the work it holds be only done.
– Christina Rossetti