Some Day Of Days! Some Dawning Yet To Be I Shall Be Clothed With Immortality! And, In That Day, I Shall Not Greatly Care That Jane Spilt Candle Grease Upon The Stair. It Will Not Grieve Me Then, As Once It Did, That Careless Hands Have Chipped My Teapot Lid. I Groan, Being Burdened. But, In That Glad Day, I Shall Forget Vexations Of The Way. That Needs Were Often Great, When Means Were Small, Will Not Perplex Me Any More At All A Few Short Years At Most (It May Be Less), I Shall Have Done With Earthly Storm And Stress. So, For This Day, I Lay Me At Thy Feet. O, Keep Me Sweet, My Master! Keep Me Sweet!