Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
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Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth.
Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day
may bring forth.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want read more
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.
From fibers of pain and hope and trouble
And toil and happiness,--one by one,--
Twisted together, or read more
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.
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day! For it is Life,
The very read more
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.
Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day.
Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day read more
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.
