CARPE DIEM
Pray, never search for hidden woes, Or grievous troubles borrow; Nor cloud the sun today—in fear Lest it may rain tomorrow. God makes the sunshine and the rain Then, if today is pleasant Why worry o'er tomorrow's storm— Why not enjoy the present?
It will not make the verdant hills Put on a brighter hue; Nor will the canopy above Ere be a lesser blue If all our hours are spent in tears,— Then let us strive alway To see our many blessings, and Enjoy the present day.