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. Tweet This Post

“Every day is a fresh beginning; Every morn is a world made new. You, who are weary of sorrow and sinning, Here is a beautiful hope for you— A hope for me and a hope for you. Tweet This Post

Don’t think when you have troubles That your neighbor goes scot-free Because he shows a smiling front And battles cheerfully. Tweet This Post

There is always a river to cross; Always an effort to make If there’s anything good to win, Any rich prize to take. Yonder’s the fruit we crave, Yonder the charming scene; But deep and wide, with a troubled tide, Is the river that lies between. Tweet This Post

We lead out our days in monotonous ways The humdrum of work and of sleep. Time slips along, no thrill in the song Not even a reason to weep. Tweet This Post

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Here’s a little poem about success that I thought you might like: It’s the coward who stops at misfortune, It’s the knave who changes each day; It’s a fool who wins half the battle, And throws all his chances away. Tweet This Post