Let me but live my life
from year to year,
With forward face and
unreluctant soul;
No hurrying to, nor turning
from the goal; Not mourning for
the things that
disappear
in the dim past, nor
boldly back in fear from
what the future veils, but,
with a whole and happy
heart, that pays its toll
to Youth and Age
and travels on with Cheer.

Henry van Dyke