With glad days, and sad days, and bad days, which never

Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight,

Their fulness of sunshine or sorrowful night.

Let them go, since we cannot re-live them,

Cannot undo and cannot atone;

God in his mercy receive, forgive them!

Only the new days are our own;

To-day is ours, and to-day alone.

Here are the skies all burnished brightly,

Here is the spent earth all re-born,