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Song for Today.
Louis Manning

Groweth the morning from gray to gold;
Up! my heart, and greet the sun.
Yesterdays cares are a tale that is told
" " tasks are a work that is done.
Buried beneath the billows of sleep
Yesterdays burdens are as they were not -
Say them low, in the soundless deep.

Share thy crust, and ask no [dole?]
Offer the cup, thou wouldst never drain
Only he who saveth his soul
Loseth all that he fain would gain
Smile with him who has gained the day
Smile the gladder, if at thy cost
It was his to fo, I think to aspire
It is his today who loved the most
Pluck the flower that blooms at thy door
Cherish the love that the day may send
Gratefully take what life offereth
Look to heaven, nor seek a reward
So shall thou find, come life or death
Earth and heaven are in sweet accord.