O Diligent, quiet keeper of the days,
You rise before applause has found its voice;
In patient hands and unrecorded ways,
You shape the world by steadfast, faithful choice.
You labor on when passion's fire grows thin,
When easier paths invite the weary mind;
Through repetition, you let meaning in,
And teach the soul what effort leaves behind.
No sudden glory crowns your measured pace,
Yet depth is born where constancy is sworn;
From daily care, from errors faced with grace,
Enduring skill and character are born.
O Diligent, remain our guiding thread,
Remind us greatness grows where work is done;
That those who tend their tasks with quiet stead
Outlast the flash and greet the rising sun.
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