 | Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox |  |
A GOLDEN DAY
The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown away,
And every breeze sings, “All is well.”
I ask, “Holds earth of sin, or woe?”
My heart replies, “I do not know.”
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown away,
And every breeze sings, “All is well.”
I ask, “Holds earth of sin, or woe?”
My heart replies, “I do not know.”
Nay! all we know, or feel, my heart,
To-day is joy undimmed, complete;
In tears or pain we have no part;
The act of breathing is so sweet,
We care no higher joy to name.
What reck we now of wealth or fame?
To-day is joy undimmed, complete;
In tears or pain we have no part;
The act of breathing is so sweet,
We care no higher joy to name.
What reck we now of wealth or fame?
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The past—what matters it to me?
The pain it gave has passed away.
The future—that I cannot see!
I care for nothing save to-day—
This is a respite from all care,
And trouble flies—I know not where.
The pain it gave has passed away.
The future—that I cannot see!
I care for nothing save to-day—
This is a respite from all care,
And trouble flies—I know not where.
Go on, oh, noisy, restless life!
Pass by, oh, feet that seek for heights!
I have no part in aught of strife;
I do not want your vain delights.
The day wraps round me like a spell,
And every breeze sings, “All is well.”
Pass by, oh, feet that seek for heights!
I have no part in aught of strife;
I do not want your vain delights.
The day wraps round me like a spell,
And every breeze sings, “All is well.”
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