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

...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.

Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew.

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

All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.