Classic Poem

We will not dread the future nor the past.
There is enough to live for day by day,
Time and to spare for either work or play
And the long slumber coming at the last;
God and Eternity are much too vast
To fret us while we linger by the way.
Sometimes we shall be sad, and sometimes gay,
But heart with heart, and hand in hand stand fast.

Let others seek the solace of the shrine
Under the gilded and inscripted dome
That shuts from sight the far blue heavens above;
For us the essence of the true divine,
The human joys that touch and sweeten home—
And that denied the angels—which is Love.