Songs of the Soul/Part 2/It’s All Unknown

by Swami Yogananda

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IT’S ALL UNKNOWN

Each rose-bud dawning day,
In hourly opening petal-rays
  Doth fair display
  Its hidden beauty.

The petal-hours, unfolding smile,
My drooping, lagging heart beguile.
Day spreads its petals all
Of novel hopes and joys withal.
  The rose-buds’ there,—
  “Today” is here;
In time the rose-bud blooms,—
While lazy day often glooms.
  Forsake thy sleep
  O, Lazy Day,
Open Thou with thy full-bloom ray
To chase my gathered gloom away!
  The rose-bud opened,
  The day now smiled
  In fullness fine;
  Still I opine
  ’Tis all unknown
Just why the rose was blown,
And the day was drowned in night
  Then raised again to light
  Of glorious dawn,
So swiftly marching o’er the lawn!