 The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe, my heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet we care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past what matters it to me, the pain it gave has passed away, the future that I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today, this is a respite from all care, and trouble flies I know not where. Go on, oh noisy, restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Campbell Shelp. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart. Today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past what matters it to me, the pain it gave has passed away. The future that I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Read for LibriVox.org by Eva Davis. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet, we care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past what matters it to me, the pain it gave has passed away. The future that I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies, I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pest by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A golden day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for Liberfox.org by phone. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet, we care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past what matters it to me. The pain it gave has passed away. The future that I cannot see. I care for nothing save today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps around me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Read for Liberfox.org by Frederick Butson, Kenosha, Wisconsin, April 7th, 2019. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have thrown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, what holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet, we care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past? What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future? That I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, what holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet, we care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past? What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future? That I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hangs over me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, what holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet, we care no higher joy to name what wreck we now of wealth or fame. The past? What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future? That I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, o noisy, restless life. Pass by, o feet, that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Read for LibriVox.org by Jim Gallagher. The subtle beauty of this day hangs over me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet, we care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past? What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future? That I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, O noisy restless life. Pass by, O feet that seek for heights. I have no part and ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Read for LibriVox.org by Jude. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay! All we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past? What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away the future that I cannot see. I care for nothing save today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, O noisy restless life. Pass by, O feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day raps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Red for LibreVox.org by Josh Kibbey. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay! All we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past. What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future. That I cannot see. I care for nothing save today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay! All we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name, but wreck we now of wealth or fame. The past, what better sit to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future, that I cannot see. I care for nothing save today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in out of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Red for LibriVox.org by Melissa Jane. Memphis, Tennessee. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay! All we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth are fame? The past? What matters it to me? The pain it gave is passed away. The future, that I cannot see. I care for nothing save today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Michelle Fry, Baton Rouge, Louisiana in March 2019. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now of wealth or fame? The past? What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future? That I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in art of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Phil Shempf. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name. What a wreck we now of wealth or fame. The past what matters it to me. The pain it gave has passed away. The future that I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies I know not where. Go on, oh noisy restless life. Pass by, oh feet that seek for heights. I have no part in art of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Scotty Smith. A subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet, we care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now, wealth or fame? The past. What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future that I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies I know not where. Go on, o' noisy restless life, pass by o' feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. The subtle beauty of this day hangs over me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart. Today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now, of wealth or fame? The past. What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future. That I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, O noisy restless life. Pass by, O feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The subtle beauty of this day hangs over me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin a woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart. Today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now, of wealth or fame? The past. What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future. That I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, O noisy restless life. Pass by, O feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. And of poem this recording is in the public domain. I ask, holds earth of sin a woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel my heart. Today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet. We care no higher joy to name. What wreck we now, of wealth or fame? The past. What matters it to me? The pain it gave has passed away. The future. That I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, O noisy restless life. Pass by, O feet that seek for heights. I have no part in ought of strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. And of poem this recording is in the public domain. A Golden Day by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox.org by William Jones. The subtle beauty of this day hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, and care and grief have flown away, and every breeze sings all is well. I ask, holds earth of sin or woe? My heart replies, I do not know. Nay, all we know or feel of my heart today is joy undimmed, complete. In tears or pain we have no part. The act of breathing is so sweet, we care no higher joy to name. What requie of wealth or fame. The past. What matters it to me. The pain it gave has passed away. The future. That I cannot see. I care for nothing saved today. This is a respite from all care, and trouble flies. I know not where. Go on, o noisy restless life. Pass by, o feet that seek for hides. I have no part in auto strife. I do not want your vain delights. The day wraps round me like a spell, and every breeze sings all is well. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.