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This is my day, no other; yesterday, contrite,
Vain vows repeats—it is too late.
Tomorrow is a myth—none ever saw its light—
To-day is mine; an unstained sheet of white;
New joys and cares and fears await.
: Take courage, soul, through shadows from the past
Make seeming pitfalls on thy way:
Or sloth would magnify the load thou hast;
Or fears thy little world make strange and vast.
Thou shalt have strength today.
What of my day? I’ll claim my “mercies new”
The cup God holds, I’ll gladly taste—
Yea drink it to the dregs! The sweet is due,
Although I know it holds some bitter too;
With God there is no waste.

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