As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago-- Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fell There is nothing hidden from the eyes below.

Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.

Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight.

Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.