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DAY.
HOW sweet indeed to sleep
Beneath the shades of night;
But sweeter far to wake
Into.the morning light.
Beneath the shades of night;
But sweeter far to wake
Into.the morning light.
To rest from sin and toil,
From weariness and pain,
Is blessed rest indeed;—
Better, to wake again.
From weariness and pain,
Is blessed rest indeed;—
Better, to wake again.
Better than unknown peace,
Unconscious, deep, and sweet,
The thrill of the warm, fresh blood
Throbbing from head to feet.
Unconscious, deep, and sweet,
The thrill of the warm, fresh blood
Throbbing from head to feet.
Better than idle dreams
The labor of the day,
The good deed we can do,
The kind word we can say.
The labor of the day,
The good deed we can do,
The kind word we can say.
Better, far better than rest
When the shades and darkness flee;
To hear, to feel, to think
To know, to love, to be.
When the shades and darkness flee;
To hear, to feel, to think
To know, to love, to be.