From fibers of pain and hope and trouble
And toil and happiness,--one by one,--
Twisted together, or single or double,
The varying thread of our life is spun.
Hope shall cheer though the chain be galling;
Light shall come though the gloom be falling;
Faith will list for the Master calling
Our hearts to his rest,--when the day is done.
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I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
If you don't think every day is a good day, just try missing one.
If you don't think every day is a good day, just try missing one.
All comes out even at the end of the day.
All comes out even at the end of the day.
I said, Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach
wisdom.
I said, Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach
wisdom.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
The better day, the worse deed.
The better day, the worse deed.
After the day there cometh the derke night;
For though the day be never so longe,
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After the day there cometh the derke night;
For though the day be never so longe,
At last the belles ringeth to evensonge.
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Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it's when you've had everything to do, and you've done it.
