Each Day A LifePublished by Webmaster on 07/25/2003 (3795 reads)
I count each day a little life, With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife And keep it sane and sweet.
With eager eyes I greet the morn, Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born To wonder and to joy.
And when the sunset splendours wane And ripe for rest am I,
Knowing that I will live again, Exultantly I die.
O that all Life were but a DaySunny and sweet and sane!
And that at Even I might say:"I sleep to wake again."
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