In life is necessarily much monotony, sameness. But our triumph may lie
in putting richness and meaning into routine that apparently lacks them.
Forenoon and afternoon and night,--Forenoon,
And afternoon, and night,--Forenoon, and--what!
The empty song repeats itself. No more?
Yea, that is Life: make this forenoon sublime,
This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer,
And Time is conquered, and thy crown is won.
_Edward Rowland Sill._