Count That Day Lost
This is the smart of life: the ceaseless round
Of toilsome days that yield nor sign nor sound,
Whether the act repays the ache it cost,
Whether the ended day was lived or lost.
Of toilsome days that yield nor sign nor sound,
Whether the act repays the ache it cost,
Whether the ended day was lived or lost.
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