That is not our work at all, but belongs to some other worker, waiting now, perchance, in some obscure place, who at the right time will come forward with new heart and skilful hand, anointed by God for his task.
Mr.Sill illustrates this truth in one of his poems, where, speaking of the young, "led on by courage and immortal hope, and with the morning in their hearts," he says:-- "They to the disappointed earth shall give The lives we meant to live, Beautiful, free, and strong; The light we almost had Shall make them glad; The words we waited long Shall run in music from their voice and song." Mr.Whittier also suggests the same truth:-- "Others shall sing the song, Others shall right the wrong, Finish what I begin, And all I fail of win.
"What matter I or they, Mine or another's day, So the right word be said And life the sweeter made ?" So while we are alone in our responsibility we need give no thought for anything but our own duty, our own little fragment of the Lord's work.
The things we cannot do some other one is waiting and preparing now to do after the work has passed from our hand.

There is comfort in this for any who fail in their efforts, and must leave tasks unfinished which they hoped to complete.

The finishing is another's mission..