Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 5, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Count That Day Lost

by George Eliot (1819 – 1880).


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,                        5

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 —                    10

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 —                  15

Then count that day as worse than lost.



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