Mar 10, 2004 16:00
*-*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 cheared no heart, by yea or nay,
if through it all
You've done nothing 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 as lost.
--by George Eliot *i ThOuGhT iT wAs NiFtY...lol*