Moving forward, but never back.
Our time’s so short that all men should,
Both start and end each day with good.
God fill thy cup brim full of joy,
And send thee hours that never cloy.
To-morrow, men too often say,
Forgetful that it is to-day.
By shadow through the sun’s bright rays,
Every day God’s name I praise.
Leave sometimes the cares that kill,