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

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.

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. Every morn is the world made anew.

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

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

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