Praise Day

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.