Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.

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.

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

Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.

The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.

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

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.