Let us be beautiful people, dear friends!
The sun extracts this moral from the earth,
Rare marble of its choice, each day the birth
Of brightness that for darkness makes amends
Appropriately, that maintains its ends
In every stirring leaf, reflecting mirth
Old-fashioned, yet anew, forging the worth
Of life, the beauty that in all but tends
To surface here! Let us be bountiful,
As if reflecting of excess on us
Bestowed, and count our blessings plentiful -
Lest we forget: the sure return of darkness
For the time being renders light unfaithful:
Even now the sun descends; even now, the sadness.