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Edgar Guest - God Made This Day For Me
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Jes` the sort o` weather and jes` the sort of sky
Which seem to suit my fancy, with the white clouds driftin` by
On a sea o` smooth blue water. Oh, I ain`t an egotist,
With an "I" in all my thinkin`, but I`m willin` to insist
That the Lord who made us humans an` the birds in every tree
Knows my special sort o` weather an` he made this day fer me.

This is jes` my style o` weather—sunshine floodin` all the place,
An` the breezes from the eastward blowin` gently on my face;
An` the woods chock full o` singin` till you`d think birds never had
A single care to fret `em or a grief to make `em sad.
Oh, I settle down contented in the shadow of a tree,
An` tell myself right proudly that the day was made fer me.

It`s my day, my sky an` sunshine, an` the temper o` the breeze—
Here`s the weather I would fashion could I run things as I please:
Beauty dancin` all around me, music ringin` everywhere,
Like a weddin` celebration—why, I`ve plumb fergot my care
An` the tasks I should be doin` fer the rainy days to be,
While I`m huggin` the delusion that God made this day fer me.
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