Edgar Guest - FineEdgar Guest - Fine
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Isn`t it fine when the day is done,
And the petty battles are lost or won,
When the gold is made and the ink is dried,
To quit the struggle and turn aside
To spend an hour with your boy in play,
And let him race all of your cares away?
Isn`t it fine when the day`s gone well,
When you have glorious tales to tell,
And your heart is light and your head is high.
For nothing has happened to make you sigh,
To hurry homewards to share the joy
That your work has won with a little boy?
Isn`t it fine, whether good or bad
Has come to the hopes and the plans you had,
And the day is over, to find him there,
Thinking you splendid and just and fair,
Ready to chase all your griefs away,
And soothe your soul with an hour of play?
Oh, whether the day`s been long or brief,
Whether it`s brought to me joy or grief,
Whether I`ve failed, or whether I`ve won,
It shall matter not when the work is done;
I shall count it fine if I end each day
With a little boy in an hour of play.
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