When sunset falls upon your day
And fades from out the west
When business cares are put away
And you lie down to rest
The measure of the day’s success
Or failure may be told
In terms of human happiness
And not in terms of gold
Is there beside some hearth tonight
More joy because you wrought?
Does some one face the bitter fight
With courage you have taught?
Is something added to the store
Of human happiness?
If so the day that is now over
Has been a real success.
