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Alfred H. Miles, ed.  The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century.  1907.
Rose’s Diary (1850).
“Each day a page is of my being’s book”
By Henry Septimus Sutton (1825–1901)
EACH day a page is of my being’s book,
And what I do is what I write therein;
And often do I make sad blots of sin;
And seldom proves the writing quite akin
To what my heart beforehand undertook.        5
Daily I turn a fresh leaf, and renew
My hope of now at last a nobler page;
But presently in something I engage
That looks but poorly on a calm review,
And leaves my future a mean heritage.        10
So leaf on leaf, once clean, is turn’d and gone,
And the dark spots show through, and I grow sad,
And blush, and frown, and sigh. And, if I had
A million pages yet to write upon,
Perhaps the millionth would be just as bad.        15
What shall I do? Some new leaves, even yet,
May be before me. And perhaps I may
Write, even yet, some not ignoble day.
Alas! I do not know;—I cannot say.—
What is it to feel living?—I forget.        20

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