Each morn I greet the rising sun With thankfulness, and pray That greater wisdom may be mine Than I had yesterday. The thoughtless blunders I have made, The unkind words I've spoken, The vows of better things I'd do, Made only to be broken, The thoughts that to my mind will come Unbidden and unsought, The myriad things I would forget -- What anguish have they brought! Mistakes of other days are past; Why live them o'er again? The thought brings only wretchedness, Unhappiness, and pain. How futile, in the light of morn, Remorse that robs of sleep! Regrets so vain, so hopeless are; What avail the tears I weep? The yesterdays have passed away; Their sorrow's a thing apart. And as the morning comes anew, I make another start. I'll live this one day to the full; No others may be mine. I'm thankful for the dewy morn When hopes my fears entwine. And as I greet the rising sun With thankfulness, I pray That somewhat better I may be Than I was yesterday. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM |