Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.

Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose

Into each life some rain must fall.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.