We can curse the fate that made us
Or love each living hour
If we do the job God gave us
Be we humble weed or flower

For each of us is needed
And each of us has worth
Or He never would have bothered
To honor us with birth

There is fragrance in the roses
And shade beneath the pine
And softness in the clover
And food upon the vine

And each one serves a different need
Just as you and I
Be we creeping in the valley
Or climbing to the sky.