At Day's End
I must work the works of
him that sent me, while it is
day: the night cometh, when
no man can work. (John 9:4)
Is anybody happier,
Because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember
That you spoke to him today?
The day is almost over,
Now the toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now
A kindly word of 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 a man whose hopes were fading
Now with courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day, or use 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."
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