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.
Robert BrowningShakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!
Robert Browning