Each Day A Life

I count each day a little life,
  With birth and death complete;
I cloister it from care and strife
  And keep it sane and sweet.
With eager eyes I greet the morn,
  Exultant as a boy,
Knowing that I am newly born
  To wonder and to joy.
And when the sunset splendours wane
  And ripe for rest am I,
Knowing that I will live again,
  Exultantly I die.
O that all Life were but a Day
  Sunny and sweet and sane!
And that at Even I might say:
  "I sleep to wake again."

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