"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant."
"In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?"
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Source: A Child's Garden of Verses Bed in Summer l. 1 (1885)
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