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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
I. Enjoy the Present
By Richard Chenevix Trench (1807–1886)
WE live not in our moments or our years;
  The Present we fling from us like the rind
  Of some sweet Future, which we after find
  Bitter to taste; or bind that in with fears,
And water it beforehand with our tears,        5
  Vain tears for that which never may arrive.
  Meanwhile, the joy whereby we ought to live,
  Neglected, or unheeded, disappears.
Wiser it were to welcome and make ours
  Whate’er of good, though small, the Present brings,—        10
  Kind greetings, sunshine, song of birds, and flowers,
With a child’s pure delight in little things;
  And of the griefs unborn to rest secure,
  Knowing that Mercy ever will endure.

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