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._
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