Life is too short for any vain regretting; <br />Let dead delight bury its dead, I say, <br />And let us go upon our way forgetting <br />The joys and sorrows of each yesterday <br />Between the swift sun's rising and its setting <br />We have no time for useless tears or fretting: <br />Life is too short. <br />Life is too short for any bitter feeling; <br />Time is the best avenger if we wait; <br />The years speed by, and on their wings bear healing; <br />We have no room for anything like hate. <br />This solemn truth the low mounds seem revealing <br />That thick and fast about our feet are stealing: <br />Life is too short. <br />Life is too short for aught but high endeavor— <br />Too short for spite, but long enough for love. <br />And love lives on forever and forever; <br />It links the worlds that circle on above: <br />'Tis God's first law, the universe's lever. <br />In His vast realm the radiant souls sigh never <br />'Life is too short.'<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-too-short-7/
