LIFE IS A DAY
“Life is as a day that hath its morn of hope, its noon of strength, its night of peace, whose morrow no man knoweth.”
“Life is as a day that hath its morn of hope, its noon of strength, its night of peace, whose morrow no man knoweth.”
Young Heart, Spring Heart,Waken with the morning;Sing for the long roadThat lieth white before;Lieth there untroddenWith little flowers adorning,And green hills of promiseThy fathers saw of yore.Young Heart, Spring Heart,Wine of Life is flowing;Stoop thee to the beakerAnd drain it at a draught;Gird thee for the journey,Joy is in the going,And hope is in the heart of himWho wine of Life hath quaffed.
Strong Heart, Bold Heart,Brace thee for the battle;Wait now the onsetExultant and calm;Love lilt and war cry,Babies’ soft prattle,Mingle and meetIn thy life’s swelling psalm.Dreaming is over,The old gods are buried;Joy was a phantomYe chased through the mist;Broken the shrines whereThy young feet have tarried;Dust are the lips thatThy young lips have kissed.
Old Heart, Still Heart,Lying in the shadow;Lying there all silentWith the glory on thy face;Feet that have troddenThe upland and meadowSpring nevermoreTo the heat of the race.Old Heart, Still Heart,Life is a striving;Of all that it promisesWork is the best;Love is a fable,And wealth is but giving—Kind is the eveningThat leadeth to rest.