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?