John Kendrick Bangs Quotes:
Ocupation: Author
Life: May 27, 1862 - January 21, 1922
Birthday: May 27
Death: January 21
A nasty day! A nasty day! 'Twas thus I heard a critic say Because the skies were bleak and gray— And yet it somehow seemed to me The day was all that it should be. I looked it very closely o'er; Its hours still were twenty-four, With sixty minutes each—no less— For deeds of good and helpfulness; And every second full of chance To give the day significance; And every hour full of growth For everybody but the sloth— I couldn't see it quite that way, For though the skies were bleak and gray The day itself, it seemed to me, Was all a day could rightly be.
source: John Kendrick Bangs (1920). “The Cheery Way: A Bit of Verse for Every Day”
topic: Attitude, Sky, Giving, Sixty Minutes
