The Finer Thought 
Edgar Guest 

How fine it is at night to say: 
I have not wronged a soul to-day. 
I have not by a word or deed, 
In any breast sowed anger's seed, 
Or caused a fellow being pain; 
Nor is there on my crest a stain 
That shame has left. In honor's way, 
With head erect, I've lived this day. 

When night slips down and day departs 
And rest returns to weary hearts, 
How fine it is to close the book 
Of records for the day, and look 
Once more along the traveled mile 
And find that all has been worth while; 
To say: In honor I have toiled; 
My plume is spotless and unsoiled. 

Yet cold and stern a man may be 
Retaining his integrity; 
And he may pass from day to day 
A spirit dead, in living clay, 
Observing strictly morals, laws, 
Yet serving but a selfish cause; 
So it is not enough to say: 
I have not stooped to shame to-day! 

It is a finer, nobler thought 
When day is done and night has brought 
The contemplative hours and sweet, 
And rest to weary hearts and feet, 
If man can stand in truth and say: 
I have been useful here to-day. 
Back there is one I chanced to see 
With hope newborn because of me. 

This day in honor I have toiled; 
My shining crest is still unsoiled; 
But on the mile I leave behind 
Is one who says that I was kind; 
And someone hums a cheerful song 
Because I chanced to come along. 
Sweet rest at night that man shall own 
Who has not lived his day alone.

~ Unsorted ~
Good Books    When Day Is Done    What We Need
God Made This Day For Me    The Homely Man    The Joys We Miss
What I Call Living    If This Were All    A Christmas Carol
Forgotten Boyhood    The Peaks of Valor    No Children!
The Loss Is Not So Great    Home and the Office    He's Taken Out His Papers
No Room for Hate    A Boy and His Dog    No Better Land Than This

~ Patriotism ~
A Patriotic Creed    Memorial Day    Show the Flag
Things That Make A Soldier Great    
Forefathers' Day    A Creed    A Patriotic Wish
The Future

~ Everyday Living ~
Raisen Pie    Out Fishin'   

~ Friendship ~
A Friend    Be A Friend    A Friends Greeting

~ Having Character ~
At The Door    Myself    You   
The Brethren    The Love of the Game    Influence
The Finer Thought    When You Know A Fellow    Thoughtlessness
Things That Haven't Been Done Before    The Cheat    Equipment
True Nobility    Can't

~ On Being A Dad ~
Only A Dad    Afraid Of His Dad    Story Telling

~ Boys & Girls ~
Treasures    The Beauties    Being Brave At Night
A Boy and His Dad    The Good Little Boy   

~ The Babies ~
A New Baby In The House    A Child Of Mine
When A Baby Dies    Baby Feet    What A Baby Costs

~ Being A Man ~
A Real Man    My Creed    A Man
Lord Make Me A Regular Man    The Man Who Couldn't Save
The True Man    Answering Him

~ Home & The Family~
The Little Home    On Going Home For Christmas    Take Home A Smile
The Stick-Together Families    The Perfect Dinner Table
Home (It Takes A Heap O' Livin')

~ God & Faith ~
Silent    When Sorrow Comes    Sermons We See
The First Easter    As We Prayed    The Weaver
Faith    On a Certain Religious Argument   

~ Life ~
Life    It Couldn't Be Done    See It Through
Life's Canvas   

~ A Certain Kind Of Folk ~
The Lighthouse Keeper Wonders    The Scoutmaster

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