A Morning Wish
By Excelsior Banner
The sun is rising on the morning of another day.
What can I wish that day may bring to me?
Nothing that shall make the world or others poorer;
nothing at the expense of other men;
but just those few things which in their coming do not
stop with me, but touch me, rather,
as they pass and gather strength.
A few friends who understand me,
and yet remain my friends.
A work to do which has real value,
without which the world would feel the poorer.
A return for such work small enough not to
tax unduly anyone who pays.
A mind unafraid to travel, even though
the trail be not blazed.
An understanding heart.
A sight of the eternal hills and unresting sea, and
something beautiful the hands of man have made.
A sense of humor and the power to laugh.
And the patience to wait for the coming of those things,
with the wisdom to know them when they come.