To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live?
'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear
'Twill be both very old and very dear.
"To-morrow I will live," the fool does say:
To-day itself's too late;--the wise lived yesterday.
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To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,
Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,
And tremble to be happy with read more
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,
Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,
And tremble to be happy with the rest."
And I make answer: "I am satisfied;
I dare not ask; I know not what is best;
God hath already said what shall betide."
In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
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In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,
While I carol away idle sorrow,
And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn,
Look forward with hope for to-morrow.
Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.
Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.
Of course, it's very easy to be witty tomorrow, after you get a chance to do some research and rehearse read more
Of course, it's very easy to be witty tomorrow, after you get a chance to do some research and rehearse your ad libs.
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
How oft my guardian angel gently cried,
"Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see
How read more
How oft my guardian angel gently cried,
"Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see
How he persists to knock and wait for thee!"
And, O! how often to that voice of sorrow,
"To-morrow we will open," I replied,
And when the morrow came I answered still, "To-morrow."
You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.
You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to read more
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow,
There's a flower about to blow;
There's a midnight blackness changing
Into gray;
Men of thought and men of action,
Clear the way.
