Day by Day

MYRA FAY GRANT

The days that pass us, one by one,
Are as a string of gems to me,—
Days that are shining with a deed well done,
Days all aglow with the love we've won,
Each day enshrined in loving thought,
Linked with the joy the truth has brought;
And as we con them, round and round,
An endless chain of gems is found.
Days that are gone, reflecting light,
Days yet to come, all pure and white,
Memory and hope join hands, and we see
Time reaching on to eternity.