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.]

So here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? Out of eternity This new day is born, Into eternity At night will return.

Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?

All comes out even at the end of the day.

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

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.