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TO-MORROW.
Oh, when shall we welcome that era of glory
Foreshadowed since ages of old,
That season so fondly in vision and story
By prophet and siren foretold?
Our hearts, when with gloomy forebodings grown cold,
New hope from the prophecy borrow,
For pain shall be solaced and grief be consoled,
And life be enjoyment—to-morrow!
To-morrow!—to-morrow!
Hope's burden is ever “To-morrow!”
Foreshadowed since ages of old,
That season so fondly in vision and story
By prophet and siren foretold?
Our hearts, when with gloomy forebodings grown cold,
New hope from the prophecy borrow,
For pain shall be solaced and grief be consoled,
And life be enjoyment—to-morrow!
To-morrow!—to-morrow!
Hope's burden is ever “To-morrow!”
That wonderful dawning, oh, when shall we know it?
Which dreamers have looked for so long?
That jubilee morning by preacher and poet
So lauded in sermon and song?
When labor and care, with their wearisome throng,
Shall vanish with trouble and sorrow,
When love shall reign ruler, and right shall be strong,
And youth be immortal—to-morrow!
To-morrow!—to-morrow!
Hope's burden is ever “To-morrow!”
Which dreamers have looked for so long?
That jubilee morning by preacher and poet
So lauded in sermon and song?
When labor and care, with their wearisome throng,
Shall vanish with trouble and sorrow,
When love shall reign ruler, and right shall be strong,
And youth be immortal—to-morrow!
To-morrow!—to-morrow!
Hope's burden is ever “To-morrow!”
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