Anonymous British

If You Sit Down At Set Of Sun

If you sit down at set of sun, And count the acts that you have done, And counting find One self-denying act, or word That eased the heart of him who heard One glance most kind That fell like sunshine where it went Then you may count it at day well spent. But, if through 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 that small, That helped one soul and nothing cost Then count that day as worse than lost.