R1915-9 Poem: Simple Joys

::R1915 : page 9::

“Do not count, when day is o’er, daily loss from life’s rich store;
But the gains, however small, count them daily one and all:
Every sweet and gracious word, every pleasant truth you’ve heard;
Every tender glance and tone, every kindly deed you’ve known:
Let all evil things go by; still with brave endeavor, try simple joys to multiply.
Thus you’ll learn, how large a sum will with faithful reckoning come.”


— January 1, 1896 —