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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.
Oh! to be wafted away
From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
Where the dust of an earthy read more
Oh! to be wafted away
From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
Where the dust of an earthy to-day
Makes the earth of a dusty to-morrow.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives read more
Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday.
Never do but one thing at a time, and never put off till
to-morrow what you can do today.
Never do but one thing at a time, and never put off till
to-morrow what you can do today.
The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.
The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.
Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.
Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday.
How oft my guardian angel gently cried,
"Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see
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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."
