With every rising of the sun
Think of your life as just begun.
The past has shrived and buried deep
All yesterdays--there let them sleep.
Nor seek to summon back one ghost
Of that innumerable host.
Concern yourself with but to-day.
Woo it and teach it to obey,
Your wish and will. Since time began
To-day has been the friend of man.
But in his blindness and his sorrow
He looks to yesterday and to-morrow.
You and to-day! a soul sublime
And the great pregnant hour of time.
With God between to bind the train--
Go forth I say--attain--attain.
Poems of Power by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago : W. B. Conkey, 1902.
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