Why do you speak of “hypocritic days”?
Are days dissembling then, prone to deceit,
And given o'er to falsely cunning ways
That threaten mischief when they seem most sweet?

For once, my best loved Poet, do you seem
To me to stumble in your path of light—
The days indulge no hypocritic dream
To lure mankind from peace to depths of night.

'Tis we, not they, who make them what they are.
They come to us of guile and pretence free:
Clean, clear, and spotless on the calendar,
God's Messengers of Opportunity!