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I know not what the future may hold, / Or how to others it seems, / But I know my skies have held more gold / Than I used to find in my dreams.
Though the whole world sings of hopes death chilled, / In grateful truth I say, / That my best hopes have been fulfilled, / And more than fulfilled to-day.
Though oft my arrow I aim at the sun / To see it fall into the sand, / Yet just as often some work I have done / Is better than I have planned.
I do not always grasp the pleasure / For which I reach, maybe; / But quite as frequently over-measure / Is given by joy to me.
To-morrow may bring a grief behind it / That will thoroughly change my mood; / But we only can speak of a thing as we find it -- / And I have found life good.