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I count each day a little life,

With birth and death complete;

I cloister it from care and strife

And keep it sane and sweet.

With eager eyes I greet the morn,

Exultant as a boy,

Knowing that I am newly born

To wonder and to joy.

And when the sunset splendours wane,

And ripe for rest am I,

Knowing that I will live again,

Exultantly I die.

O that all Life were but a Day

Sunny and sweet and sane!

And that at Even I might say:

“I sleep to wake again.”