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 (Mary Ann Evans)
6 comments:
I enjoyed the poem...really makes you stop and think!
And the new collage...ah! Love the colors!
Loved the poem! It is so true!
Your new blog colors are very refreshing!:)
OK - now I'm basically ready for someone more talented to create my blog header...so nice
the blog looks GREAT Elise... and I really enjoyed the poem. I really should post something on here but I think I have blogging block :)
Great poem, Elise!! It's an encouragement. Where did you find it?
Glad you all enjoyed the poem... I always liked it... It is one thing I remember from doing school... I still pull the school book out so I can read it.
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