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 measures of the day’s success
Or failure will 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 someone face the bitter strife
With courage you have taught?
Is something added to the store
Of human happiness?
If so, the day that now is o’er
Has been a real success.