Day's End. . . .
anybody happier because you passed their way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to them today?
The day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?
you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping
That you helped a single person of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said;
Does the one whose hopes were fading, now with courage look
you waste the day, or lose it? Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that God
You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?