Poems (Acton)/To-morrow
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TO-MORROW.
There is mingled joy and sorrow
In that oft repeated word,
Yet when we say "To-morrow"
How lightly it is heard!
In that oft repeated word,
Yet when we say "To-morrow"
How lightly it is heard!
Perchance, "To-morrow," on its wing
May trouble bear away,
Or to the sear'd in spirit bring
A faint, yet cheering ray.
May trouble bear away,
Or to the sear'd in spirit bring
A faint, yet cheering ray.
Perchance, To-morrow's coming light
May tinge with health the cheek,
Watch'd through the long and sleepless night
With grief no words could speak.
May tinge with health the cheek,
Watch'd through the long and sleepless night
With grief no words could speak.
The poor man bent with want and care,
No brighter beacon hath,
Than that To-morrow's advent fair
May smoothe his thorny path.
No brighter beacon hath,
Than that To-morrow's advent fair
May smoothe his thorny path.
And it is well for those whose hours
Pass as a sunny dream,
Who find no thorns among the flowers
That round their pathway gleam.
Pass as a sunny dream,
Who find no thorns among the flowers
That round their pathway gleam.
'Tis well for those so blest—so bright!
To think, 'mid scenes of mirth,
To-morrow in its course may blight
All that they prize on earth.
To think, 'mid scenes of mirth,
To-morrow in its course may blight
All that they prize on earth.
Ere, then, the present passeth by,
Oh, child of fortune, cheer
The spirit bow'd by misery,
And dry the falling tear.
Oh, child of fortune, cheer
The spirit bow'd by misery,
And dry the falling tear.
A joy that fadeth not away
Thy future course shall steep;
Sow the good seed with care to-day,
To-morrow shalt thou reap.
H. A.
Thy future course shall steep;
Sow the good seed with care to-day,
To-morrow shalt thou reap.
H. A.