I know not what the future may hold, Or how to others it seems, But I know my skies have held more gold Than I used to find in my dreams.
Though the whole world sings of hopes death chilled, In grateful truth I say, That my best hopes have been fulfilled, And more than fulfilled to-day.
Though oft my arrow I aim at the sun To see it fall into the sand, Yet just as often some work I have done Is better than I have planned.
I do not always grasp the pleasure For which I reach, maybe; But quite as frequently over-measure Is given by joy to me.
To-morrow may bring a grief behind it That will thoroughly change my mood; But we only can speak of a thing as we find it -- And I have found life good.
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