<h2><SPAN name="page25"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>THE THINGS THAT COUNT</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">Now</span>, dear, it
isn’t the bold things,<br/>
Great deeds of valour and might,<br/>
That count the most in the summing up of life at the end of the
day.<br/>
But it is the doing of old things,<br/>
Small acts that are just and right;<br/>
And doing them over and over again, no matter what others say;<br/>
In smiling at fate, when you want to cry, and in keeping at work
when you want to play—<br/>
Dear, those are the things that count.</p>
<p class="poetry">And, dear, it isn’t the new ways<br/>
Where the wonder-seekers crowd<br/>
That lead us into the land of content, or help us to find our
own.<br/>
But it is keeping to true ways,<br/>
Though the music is not so loud,<br/>
<SPAN name="page26"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>And there
may be many a shadowed spot where we journey along alone;<br/>
In flinging a prayer at the face of fear, and in changing into a
song a groan—<br/>
Dear, these are the things that count.</p>
<p class="poetry">My dear, it isn’t the loud part<br/>
Of creeds that are pleasing to God,<br/>
Not the chant of a prayer, or the hum of a hymn, or a jubilant
shout or song.<br/>
But it is the beautiful proud part<br/>
Of walking with feet faith-shod;<br/>
And in loving, loving, loving through all, no matter how things
go wrong;<br/>
In trusting ever, though dark the day, and in keeping your hope
when the way seems long—<br/>
Dear, these are the things that count.</p>
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