PRAISE DAY

Let us halt now for a space in our hurrying;

Let us take time to look up and look out;

Let us refuse for a spell to be worrying;

Let us decline to both question and doubt.

If one goes cavilling,

Hair splitting, flaw hunting — ready for strife -

All the best pleasure is missed in the travelling

Onward through life.

Just for to-day we will put away sorrowing -

Just for to-day not a tear shall be shed;

Nor will we fear anything, or go borrowing

Pain from the future by profitless dread.

Thought shall go frolicking,

Pleasuring, treasuring everything bright -

Tasting the joy that is found just in rollicking

On through the light.

Just for to-day all the ills that need bettering

We will omit from our notebook of mind;

All that is good we will mark by red-lettering; -

Those things alone we are seeking to find.

Things to be sad over,

Pine over, whine over — pass them, I say!

Nothing is noted save what we are glad over -

This is Praise Day.