Our Daily Reckoning
If yon sit down at set of sun And cnunt the acts that you have done, And countin, tiad One scll-denying act, one word That cased the heart of him who heard, One kj lance most kind Thai feil likc sunshinc where it went, Then you may count that day wcll spent. Uut if through all the livelong day You've cheered no heart by yea or nay, If through it all Yoti've nothine done that you enn trace, 1 int brouht the sunshinc to unc face, 1 most smal!, That helped somc oul, and nothinjr cost, 'Dien count tha; day as worse thun lost.
Article
Subjects
Poem
Old News
Ann Arbor Courier