Thoughts at the Setting of the Sun

Mulberry Blossoms at Sunset - click to enlarge

It isn't the thing you do;

It's the thing you leave undone,

Which gives you a bit of heartache

At the setting of the sun.



The tender word forgotten,

The letter you did not write,

The flower you might have sent,

Are the haunting ghosts at night.






The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother's way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;


The loving touch of the hand,
The gentle and winsome tone,
That you had no time or thought for
With troubles enough of your own.


The little acts of kindness,
So easily out of mind;
Those chances to be helpful
Which everyone may find -


No, it's not the thing you do,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you the bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.

Margaret E. Sangster

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