These lovely lines are from George Herbert’s poem ‘Easter’, and that is the day of which he says there is but one.  Whether or not you celebrate Easter, it struck me as a reminder to treat each day as a unique bundle of time, life and, if we’re lucky, possibility.

‘Can there be any day but this,

Though many suns to shine endeavour?

We count three hundred, but we miss:

There is but one, and that one ever.’

See also, from the same poem, an instance of mutual generosity. 

Source: ‘Easter’, George Herbert, quoted in John Drury, Music at Midnight: The Life and Poetry of George Herbert (London: Penguin Books, 2014), p. 274

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