How will my walk through this day be remembered?
Of me will they say, he kicked up dust and trouble, that stuck to him in a cloud?
Will they say, the people cheered at his marvelous deeds?
O! Let me not churn the waters, nor bask in limelight. Let me pass unnoticed, quietly polishing the floors of your mansions, Lord.
Of me let them say, who has been here to tidy the shelves?