Let us be beautiful people, dear friends! The sun extracts this moral from the earth, Rare marble of its choice, each day the birth Of brightness that for darkness makes amends Appropriately, that maintains its ends In every stirring leaf, reflecting mirth Old-fashioned, yet anew, forging the worth Of life, the beauty that in all but tends To surface here!Let us be bountiful, As if reflecting of excess on us Bestowed, and count our blessings plentiful - Lest we forget: the sure return of darkness For the time being renders light unfaithful: Even now the sun descends; even now, the sadness.
