Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Praise Day
Let us halt now for a space in our hurrying Let us take time to look up and look out. Let us refuse for a spell to be worrying; Let us decline both to question or doubt. If one goes caviling Hair splitting, flaw hunting, ready for strife, All the best pleasure is missed in the traveling Onward through life. Just for today we will put away sorrowing Just for today not a tear shall be shed. Nor will we fear anything or go borrowing Pain from the future by profitless dread. Thought shall go frolicking Pleasuring, treasuring, everything bright; Tasting the joy that is found just in rolicking On through the light. Just for today all the ills that need bettering We will omit from our notebook of mind. All that is good we will mark by red lettering; Those things alone we are seeking to find. Things to be sad over, Pine over, whine over, pass them, I say. Nothing is noted save what we are glad over-- This is Praise Day.
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