If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.
Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.
He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!