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Let us halt now for a space in our hurrying; / Let us take time to look up and look out; / Let us refuse for a spell to be worrying; / Let us decline to both question and doubt. / If one goes cavilling, / Hair splitting, flaw hunting-ready for strife- / All the best pleasure is missed in the travelling / Onward through life.
Just for to-day we will put away sorrowing- / Just for to-day not a tear shall be shed; / Nor will we fear anything, or go borrowing / Pain from the future by profitless dread. / Thought shall go frolicking, / Pleasuring, treasuring everything bright- / Tasting the joy that is found just in rollicking / On through the light.
Just for to-day all the ills that need bettering / We will omit from our notebook of mind; / All that is good we will mark by red-lettering; - / Those things alone we are seeking to find. / Things to be sad over, / Pine over, whine over-pass them, I say! / Nothing is noted save what we are glad over- / This is Praise Day.