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At Day's End - by: John Hall Is anyone happier now because you passed this way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today? The day is almost over, as its toiling time is though; Is there anyone now to utter a kindly word of you? Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping fast, That you helped a single Brother of the ...
At A Day's End! (By John Hall) A good friend of mine, Eric, sent me this beautiful poem written by John Hall. Read it slowly and you will find some of the sentences/questions provoking, and it even sounds like a morning a prayer.
Jan 30, 2017 · Monday, January 30, 2017. At Days End by John Hall. John Hall's poem says so much! At the end of the day, I like to take a quick look over all I did and ask myself, "What if I hadn't done that? Would it have mattered? At Days End. Is anybody happier because you passed his way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
Apr 20, 2016 · Connecting Henry. · April 20, 2016 ·. At Day's End. by John Hall. Is anybody happier because you passed his way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today? Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you? Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping fast, That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed.
Apr 14, 2020 · When I was a young man my mother gave me a copy of a poem called, “At Day’s End,” by John Hall. At that time, I read through it, folded the paper, and put it in my nightstand drawer. ×
- Richard Haddad
At Day's End. I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work. (John 9:4) Is anybody happier, Because you passed his way? Does anyone remember That you spoke to him today? The day is almost over, Now the toiling time is through; Is there anyone to utter now A kindly word of you?
To his friend Mr. J. H. upon his Poems. A Genethliacon to the Infant Muse of his dearest Friend. To the honoured Authour M r. Hall on his Poems. Vati faelix Auspicium. To his honour'd friend M r. J. H. To his admired friend M r. Jo. Hall; To the no lesse knowing then ingenious, M r. Hall on his ignorant Detractors. POEMS. The first Book. A Satyre.
