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

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.

To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight.

Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.

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

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.