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For just within sight is that dwelling of bliss,
Where they think with a smile on the trials of this.
          Live by the day.

Live by the day—life is passing away,
How quick chase each other December and May;
Thus blighting and gloom, yield to beauty and bloom—
The glad morn of heaven for the night of the tomb.
          Live by the day.