Poems (Linn)/Day
For works with similar titles, see Day.
DAY.
HOW sweet indeed to sleep Beneath the shades of night;But sweeter far to wake Into.the morning light.
To rest from sin and toil, From weariness and pain,Is blessed rest indeed;— Better, to wake again.
Better than unknown peace, Unconscious, deep, and sweet,The thrill of the warm, fresh blood Throbbing from head to feet.
Better than idle dreams The labor of the day,The good deed we can do, The kind word we can say.
Better, far better than rest When the shades and darkness flee;To hear, to feel, to think To know, to love, to be.