This I think as I go my way:
What can matter the words I say,
And what can matter the false or true
Of any deed I am moved to do?
This I think as I go along:
What can matter my right or wrong?
Whichever path I may choose to take,
What possible difference can it make?
This I think as I go to town:
What can matter my smile or frown?
Can any one's destiny altered be
For better or worse because of me?
And something whispers;
'Another may be sadly deceived
By the words you say.
And another, believing and trusting you,
May be led astray by the things you do.'
'For much that never you'll see or know
Will mark your days as you come and go.
And in countless lives that you'll never learn
The best and the worst of you will return.'