WORTH LIVING

I know not what the future may hold,

Or how to others it seems,

But I know my skies have held more gold

Than I used to find in my dreams.

Though the whole world sings of hopes death chilled,

In grateful truth I say,

That my best hopes have been fulfilled,

And more than fulfilled to-day.

Though oft my arrow I aim at the sun

To see it fall into the sand,

Yet just as often some work I have done

Is better than I have planned.

I do not always grasp the pleasure

For which I reach, maybe;

But quite as frequently over-measure

Is given by joy to me.

To-morrow may bring a grief behind it

That will thoroughly change my mood;

But we only can speak of a thing as we find it —

And I have found life good.