By Lucy L. Montgomery
This for to-day is my desire
To keep myself in wise control,
Only toward that which makes for good
To bend the forces of my soul.
To feel the Spirit in the wind,
The strength that cometh from the hills,
The sweet and tender messages
With which the air about me thrills.
Nor cry for past, nor forward stretch,
Nor yield my petty woes a place,
But take whate’er each hour unfolds
With thankful and obedient grace.
For this one day to me is given,
I take with joy the gift divine,
Each moment hold in sacred fee
That I may make the vision mine.