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Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day! For it is Life,
The very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the Varieties
And Realities of your Existence;
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And Tomorrow is only a Vision;
But Today well lived
Makes every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of Dawn.
- Unattributed Author,
Salutation of the Dawn,
from the Sanscrit
What is a day to an immortal soul!
A breath, no more.
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven
That from the East glad message brings.
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Day and Night
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus
(sc. A Village Feast, Evening)
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
- Bible, Job (ch. VII, v. 6)
For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:
Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away:
And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning.
- Bible, Job (ch. XI, v. 15-17)
I said, Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach wisdom.
- Bible, Job (ch. XXXII, v. 7)
Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
- Bible, Proverbs (ch. XXVII, v. 1)
Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
- Bible, Psalms (ch. XIX, v. 2)
Think that day lost whose (low) descending sun
Views from thy hand no noble action done.
[Lat., Virtus sui gloria.]
- Jacob Bobart,
in David Krieg's Album in British Museum
From fibers of pain and hope and trouble
And toil and happiness,--one by one,--
Twisted together, or single or double,
The varying thread of our life is spun.
Hope shall cheer though the chain be galling;
Light shall come though the gloom be falling;
Faith will list for the Master calling
Our hearts to his rest,--when the day is done.
- Alonzo Bartlett Bragdon,
When the Day is done
Yet, behind the night,
Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar,
Some white tremendous daybreak.
- Rupert Brooke, Second Best
Faster and more fast,
O'er night's brim, day boils at last;
Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.
- Robert Browning,
Introduction to Pippa Passes
Every day that is born into the world comes like a burst of music and rings the whole day through, and you make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as you will.
- Thomas Carlyle
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
- Thomas Carlyle, French Revolution
(pt. I, bk. VI, ch. V)
So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip useless away?
Out of eternity
This new day is born,
At night will return.
- Thomas Carlyle, To-day
Day of wrath that day of burning,
Seer and Sibyl speak concerning,
All the world to ashes turning.
[Lat., Dies irae, dies illa!
Solvet saeclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sybilla.]
- attributed to Tommaso di Celano (Thomas of Celano) vol. II, p. 103,
see "Thesaurus Hymnology" by Daniel
All comes out even at the end of the day.
- quoted by Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill (3),
in a speech at the Highbury Athenoeum
For one day spent well, and agreeably to your precepts, is preferable to an eternity of error.
- Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero) (often called "Tully" for short),
(book V, division 2)
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
- William Cowper, Needless Alarm (l. 132)
Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow,
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.
- Richard Crashaw,
Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
- Annie Dillard
The days are made on a loom whereof the warp and woof are past and future time. They are majestically dressed, as if every god brought a thread to the skyey web.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
The days come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party, but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, Days
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