At
Day's End. . . .
Is
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?
Can
you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping
fast,
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
ahead?
Did
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
will say,
You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?
John
Hall
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