Count that Day

If you sit down at set of sun

And count the acts that you have done

And counting find

One self-denying deed, one word

That eased the heart of him who heard_

One glance most kind

That fell like sunshine where it went

Then you may count the day well spent

But if, through all the livelong day

You’ve cheered no heart, by yes or nay-

If, through it all

you’ve nothing done that you can trace

That brought the sunshine in one face-

No act most small

That helped some soul and nothing cost-

Then count that day as worse than lost.

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