Yesterday is a Dew Drop Kissed By The Morning Sun  

Let not your heart be troubled so. 

Recall the birds, who neither reap nor sow. 

No, nothing do they lack, but sing 

Fresh hymns to every dawn’s awakening. 

 In joy, they laugh; some more they see 

The whole well round, a tear’s full destiny. 

For in a day, air moist with sighs, 

A cooling dusk to earth a balm applies.  

Therein the wondrous colors flow. 

And peaceful night, till dawn, is washed in bliss. 

And yesterday a dewdrop, kissed  

Of sun, in which a brighter day may glow.