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 days in nothing you ... spent.
But if, through all the livelong day, you've cheered no heart, by here ot there, 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.