With Every Rising of the Sun

With every rising of the sun,
Think of your life as just begun.
The past has shrived and buried deep
All yesterdays; there let them sleep.
Concern yourself with but to-day,
Woo it, and teach it to obey
Your will and wish. Since time began
To-day has been the friend of man;

But in his blindness and his sorrow,
He looks to yesterday and to-morrow.
You, and to-day! a soul sublime,
And the great pregnant hour of time,
With God himself to bind the twain!
Go forth, I say — attain, attain!
With God himself to bind the twain!
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