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

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

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.

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

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!