Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.
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 day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew.
The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.
Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.
So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.