THE DAY OF LIFE.
Themorning hours of cheerful light,Of all the day are best;But as they speed their hasty flight,If every hour is spent aright,We sweetly sink to sleep at night,And pleasant is our rest.And life is like a summer day,It seems so quickly past;Youth is the morning bright and gay,And if ’tis spent in wisdom’s way,We meet old age without dismay,And death is sweet at last.
Themorning hours of cheerful light,Of all the day are best;But as they speed their hasty flight,If every hour is spent aright,We sweetly sink to sleep at night,And pleasant is our rest.And life is like a summer day,It seems so quickly past;Youth is the morning bright and gay,And if ’tis spent in wisdom’s way,We meet old age without dismay,And death is sweet at last.
Themorning hours of cheerful light,Of all the day are best;But as they speed their hasty flight,If every hour is spent aright,We sweetly sink to sleep at night,And pleasant is our rest.
Themorning hours of cheerful light,
Of all the day are best;
But as they speed their hasty flight,
If every hour is spent aright,
We sweetly sink to sleep at night,
And pleasant is our rest.
And life is like a summer day,It seems so quickly past;Youth is the morning bright and gay,And if ’tis spent in wisdom’s way,We meet old age without dismay,And death is sweet at last.
And life is like a summer day,
It seems so quickly past;
Youth is the morning bright and gay,
And if ’tis spent in wisdom’s way,
We meet old age without dismay,
And death is sweet at last.
Jane Taylor.