Is anybody happier because you passed his way?      Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today? This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;      Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?

Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came along? Or a churlish sort of "Howdy" and then vanish in the throng? Were you selfish pure and simple as you rushed along the way, Or is someone mighty grateful for a deed you did today?

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 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 would say,      You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?