Post #1936

Count That Day Lost

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 that day well spent.

But if, through all the livelong day,
You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay --
                    If, through it all
You've nothing done that you can trace
That brought the sunshine to one face--
                    No act most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost --
Then count that day as worse than lost.
—George Eliot