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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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