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 today;
Woo it, and teach it to obey.
Nor seek to summon back one ghost
Of that innumerable host.
Your will and wish since time began
Today has been the friend of man,
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 !

                        —Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Rays From the Rose Cross 95.3 (May/Jun. 2003): 20.

Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.

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