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!
Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs--and that is all.
True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.
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.