“Today is mine: I hold it fast,
Hold it and use it as I may,
Unmindful of the shadow cast
By that dim thing called Yesterday.
“Tomorrow hovers just before,
A bright winged shape, and lures me on,
Till in my zeal to grasp and know her,
I drop today–and she is gone.
“The bright wings captured lose their light;
Tomorrow weeps and seems to say,
‘I am Today–ah, hold me tight!
Ere long I shall be Yesterday.’”
We ought to make our days symphonies. Some one says, “There is no day born but comes like a stroke of music into the world, and sings itself all the way through.” That is God’s thought for each one of our days. He would not have us mar the music by any discords of our own. He wants us to live sweetly al the day – without discontent, without insubmission, without complaining, without unlovingness or uncharitableness. Each one of us is playing in God’s orchestra, or singing in God’s choir, and we ought not to strike a wrong chord or sing a discordant note all the day. We need the divine blessing in the morning to start the music in our hearts. It is always a pitiful mistake to begin any day without heaven’s benediction.
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