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Service (Poem)

Today you wrote a letter
To one who calls you friend;
Is any man the better
For words which you have penned?

Is any home the brighter
Because you passed that way?
Is any heart the lighter
That you have lived today?

Life is not worth the living—
As it so quickly flies—
Unless we aye are giving
The best that in us lies.

The only preparation for the morrow is the right use of today.
The stone in the hands of the builder must be put to its place and fitted to receive another.
The morrow comes for naught if today is not heeded.
Neglect not the call that comes to thee this day;
for such neglect is nothing else than boasting thyself of tomorrow.
—G. Bowen

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C. Dyke

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