Today will be the best of all remaining,
And never will again another day tomorrow hold
The same brilliance of innocence and childhood,
As this day. So will tomorrow compare with all the years ahead.
For each was born upon the pinnacle of life
When in timeless bliss and the beauty of youth,
Ran in blameless and careless adorance of others and self
Far from the sorrows of the world’s daily life.
(Amen: accursed before God and men are they,
Who steal this earthly paradise from children
And as they stole these precious years from them,
With like measure will the devils, their masters, steal life eternal from them.)
Once he has felt the slip of time, he should
Not worry, for with this foretaste of heaven in mind
And with the scent and sight of flowers in the sun impressed upon
The eye, all else in lower perfection comes easier.
Then do those precious years themselves in perfection
And boundless value grow, and this treasure
Unstealable and secure doth little increase or decrease
With the good and bad of a future that may never come.
And easily going down the hill of life
Each day passes as the golden shadow of that age,
Waning in distance, yet waxing in brightness
Makes each today the highest peak of all to come.
Then all these present moments equally perfect,
In holding that fleeting glow of the birthright of Man,
The child of God, doth the heart equally fill
With joy and expectation of return to that
Today I will eat my bread, and drink my cup
And delight in the gift now. I got it today, to use it
Today, and no other day, to eat and do and glorify,
And gain another step, another moment in my treasury.
I do not fear tomorrow, for it cannot fill me
When I am already filled with my steps upon the plains
Of heaven. It only beckons me with the time of no tomorrow
When I will run forever a little boy through the endless meadows of God.