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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 was the pen name of Mary Ann Evans.

4 thoughts on “Count That Day Lost by George Eliot

  1. Mél@nie says:

    I ❤ Mary Ann Evans… 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ronnie says:

      You have good taste. 🙂

      Like

  2. Emy Will says:

    Beautiful. No act of kindness is too small ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ronnie says:

      Thank you Emy. ❤

      Like

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