The Best Day by William Hale

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Sep 29, 1904

The Best Day

By William Hale

Do you ask, little maid, with the eyes half afraid, The time that is fullest of cheer, The month that's most fleet, the season most sweet, The very best day of the year?

Then listen, fair child, with the hair flying wild, And I'll name the best day that can fall: 'Tis not one that's gone, 'tis not one unborn; To-day is the best day of all.

Would you know, dimpled sweet, the day most complete, The very best day of one's life? 'Tis not one far away, but this very day, Though it bringeth both sorrow and strife.

Would you know the best way to make one's life pay, And fill it with sunshine and song? Then, dawn as it may, just let each brief day Arise on a heart that is strong.

Thus the blue sky keeps clear, and heaven draws near, While swift the rich years flee away; And your life and mine become quite divine Merged into one well-spent To-day. — William Hale.