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.

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

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.

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.

Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.

Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.