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GOOD‐BYE
- GOOD‐BYE, sweet day—you will return no more,
- Nor bring again that change of shade and sun;
- Whatever future days may have in store,
- This tranquil life of thine is spent and done.
- Good‐bye, sweet day, then, if it must be so,
- But let me thank you once before you go.
- All I have thought and done is past—yet stays
- Unalterable now, sealed fast and set;
- The future’s mine to mould, the wise man says,
- By what is past remains—’tis we forget.
- Grant that I may in strength and wisdom grow
- To love each day that comes, and use it so.
