New Every Morning
by Susan Coolidge (1835-1905)
Every day is a fresh beginning,
listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
and older sinning,
troubles forecasted
and possible pain,
take heart with the day and begin again.
Reed in a Willamette Valley orchard
New every morning by Susan Coolidge
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment