Further thoughts on the theme of
"that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts
Of kindness and of love." (Tintern Abbey)
These are the final lines of George Eliot's Middlemarch. She writes of the heroine, Dorothea Brooke:
"Her full nature, like that river of which Cyrus broke the strength, spent itself in channels which had no great name on earth. But the effect of her being around those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs."
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