The sun is just rising in the morning of another day. What can I wish that this day may bring me? Nothing that shall make the world or others poorer, nothing at the expense of other men; but just those few things which in their coming do not sTOP me but touch me rather, as they pass and gather strength.

I wish that this day could bring me a few friends, who understand me, and yet remain my friends; I also wish that this day could bring me a work to do which has real value.

I wish that this day could bring me a mind unafraid to travel, even though the trail be not blazed, and I wish that this day could bring me an understanding heart.

I wish that this day could bring me a sight of the eternal hills, and the blue sea stretching to the horizon, and of something beautiful which the hands of men have made.

I wish that this day could bring me a sense of humor, and the power to laugh, a little leisure with nothing to do.

And I crave1 for a few moments of quiet, silent meditation2 in the morning of this day.