OUR DAILY RECKONING.
If we sit down at set of sun,
And count the things that we have done,
And counting, find
One self-denying act, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard;
One glance most kind,
That fell like sunshine where it went,
Then we may count the day well spent.
But if, through all the live-long day,
We've eased no heart by yea or nay;
If through it all
We've nothing done that we can trace,
That brought the sunshine to one face;
No act most small,
That helped some soul, and nothing cost,
Thou count that day as worse than lost.