Is anybody happier because you
passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you
spoke to him today?
The day is almost over, and its toiling
time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly
word to you?
Can you say tonight, in parting with
the day that's slipping fast,
That you helped a single brother of
the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what
you did or said?
Does the man who's hopes were
fading,
Now with the courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day or lose it?
Was it well, or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a
scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber, do
you think that God will say,
You have earned one more tomorrow,
by the work you did today?