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Your pardon, Life, if we have treated ill one hour of this good day; / if we have shown a stubborn, sulky will, choosing an ugly way, though / you have offered for our errant feet a well-built, clean, a straight / and smiling street! Your pardon, Life, if we have failed to see the / beauty of each hour; if we have walked with eyes turned inwardly, / blind to a bird or flow'r; to all the loveliness you offered us. / Your pardon, Life, if we have acted thus. And if we have, one / moment, turned deaf ears to voices that inspire; if we have / entertained pale, cowardly fears and fanned a low desire; if we have / brought to naught one gift you gave, your pardon, Life, we crave. / Oh, hear us, Life, if we have acted ill, in deed or thought along the / way; to-morrow we will rise with strengthened will -- and tarnish not / your day.