Author George Eliot Wise in his daily work was he: To fruits of diligence,And not to faiths or polity, He plied his utmost sense.These perfect in their little parts, Whose work is all their prize—Without them how could laws, or arts, Or towered cities rise? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments