To-day is bright with golden gleams of spring,
To-day is fair, and all our sweet hopes sing;
But night comes down, and then our day is done.

It is not always bright, nor always spring,
And sunny seasons are the ones that bring
Most sudden showers; and the light is gone!

Live in the sunlight, in the fair to-day!
To-morrow keeps to-morrow, and the way
May, in a moment, lose the light of sun!