Every morn is the world made new
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning
Here is a beautiful hope for you --
A hope for me and a hope for you.
Every day is a fresh beginning
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain
And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain
Take heart with the day, and begin again.
by Susan Coolidge
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