Let me to-day do something that shall take <br /> A little sadness from the world’s vast store, <br />And may I be so favoured as to make <br /> Of joy’s too scanty sum a little more. <br />Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed <br /> Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; <br />Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need, <br /> Or sin by silence when I should defend. <br />However meagre be my worldly wealth, <br /> Let me give something that shall aid my kind – <br />A word of courage, or a thought of health, <br /> Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find. <br />Let me to-night look back across the span <br /> ‘Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say – <br />Because of some good act to beast or man – <br /> “The world is better that I lived today.”<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-prayer/
