Each Day A Life

 I count each day a little life,
 With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
 And keep it sane and sweet.

With eager eyes I greet the morn,
 Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born
 To wonder and to joy.

And when the sunset splendours wane
 And ripe for rest am I,
Knowing that I will live again,
 Exultantly I die.

O that all Life were but a Day
 Sunny and sweet and sane!
And that at Even I might say:
 "I sleep to wake again."

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