Count that day lost
A poem by George Eliot
If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
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 day well spent.
But if, through all 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 most small
That helped some soul and nothing cost
Then count that day as worse than lost.
George Eliot (real name: Mary Ann Evans) (1819 - 1880)
Author of Silas Marner and Middlemarch
Go forth into the world in peace.
Be of good courage.
Hold fast that which is good.
Render to no one evil for evil.
Strengthen the fainthearted.
Support the weak.
Help the afflicted.
Show love to everyone.
Love and serve the Lord,
rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit;
and the blessing of almighty God,
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,
be among you and remain with you always. Amen.
Book of Common Prayer
'I shall pass this way but once;
any good that I can do
or any kindness I can show
to any human being;
let me do it now.
Let me not defer nor neglect it,
for I shall not pass this way again.'