Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day! For it is Life,
The very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the Varieties
And Realities of your Existence;
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And Tomorrow is only a Vision;
But Today well lived
Makes every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of Dawn.
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For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou
shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:
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For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou
shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:
Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters
that pass away:
And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shalt shine
forth, thou shalt be as the morning.
Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven
That from the East glad message brings.
Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven
That from the East glad message brings.
All comes out even at the end of the day.
All comes out even at the end of the day.
Day of wrath that day of burning,
Seer and Sibyl speak concerning,
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Day of wrath that day of burning,
Seer and Sibyl speak concerning,
All the world to ashes turning.
[Lat., Dies irae, dies illa!
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sybilla.]
Yet, behind the night,
Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar,
Some white tremendous daybreak.
Yet, behind the night,
Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar,
Some white tremendous daybreak.
Day!
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
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Day!
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.
Cease not to learn until thou cease to live;
Think that day lost wherein thou draw'st no letter,
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Cease not to learn until thou cease to live;
Think that day lost wherein thou draw'st no letter,
To make thyself learneder, wiser, better.
[Fr., Jusqu'au cercuil (mon fils) vueilles apprendre,
Et tien perdu le jour qui s'est passe,
Si tu n'y as quelque chose ammasse,
Pour plus scavant et plus sage te rendre.]
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
