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The subtle beauty of this day / Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, / And care and grief have flown away, / And every breeze sings, "All is well. " / I ask, "Holds earth or sin, or woe? " / My heart replies, "I do not know."
Nay! all we know, or feel, my heart, / Today is joy undimmed, complete; / In tears or pain we have no part; / The act of breathing is so sweet, / We care no higher joy to name. / What reek we now of wealth or fame!
The past -- what matters it to me? / The pain it gave has passed away. / The future -- that I cannot see! / I care for nothing save today -- / This is a respite from all care, / And trouble flies -- I know not where.
Go on, oh, noisy, restless life! / Pass by, oh, feet that seek for heights! / I have no part in aught of strife; / I do not want your vain delights. / The day wraps round me like a spell / And every breeze sings, "All is well. "