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YESTERDAY AND TO-MORROW.
As the sun now glows on earth,
Ages have beheld it glow;
As the flowers now spring to birth,
Sprang they thousand years ago:
So each day must pass away,—
Bringing smiles or bearing sorrow;
As the world was yesterday,
So 't will be to-morrow, love,
So 't will be to-morrow.
Ages have beheld it glow;
As the flowers now spring to birth,
Sprang they thousand years ago:
So each day must pass away,—
Bringing smiles or bearing sorrow;
As the world was yesterday,
So 't will be to-morrow, love,
So 't will be to-morrow.
Wherefore should we own our pain,
Since the pain, like all things, goeth?
Where's the wisdom to complain,
Since our feeling no one knoweth?
Hearts may bloom, yet show no flowers,
Eyes may mourn, yet hide their sorrow;
As the world went yesterday,
So 't will go to-morrow, love,
So 't will go to-morrow.
Since the pain, like all things, goeth?
Where's the wisdom to complain,
Since our feeling no one knoweth?
Hearts may bloom, yet show no flowers,
Eyes may mourn, yet hide their sorrow;
As the world went yesterday,
So 't will go to-morrow, love,
So 't will go to-morrow.
Life is like the wind that blows,
When the clouds of morn are breaking;
Life is like the stream that flows,—
Something leaving,—something taking!
Better cherish what we may,
Than recall the past, with sorrow;
As the world rolled yesterday,
So 't will roll to-morrow, love,
So 't will roll to-morrow.
When the clouds of morn are breaking;
Life is like the stream that flows,—
Something leaving,—something taking!
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Than recall the past, with sorrow;
As the world rolled yesterday,
So 't will roll to-morrow, love,
So 't will roll to-morrow.
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