We fall in the habit too often I fear,

Of crossing the bridges we never draw near;

Though they loom up before us—they seem just ahead,

There’s a turn and our feet are in other paths led.

We dread the to-morrow, its toil and its care,

And feel that its burdens we never can bear;

But when the to-morrow blends into to-day,

The yesterday’s burdens have all slipped away!

Too often we hear: “Yes; ’tis pleasant this morn,

But it’s a weather breeder, sure’s you are born!”

So, much of God’s sunshine and beauty about

Is forced from our lives by “perhaps” or a doubt!

Make use of the present—to-morrow may wait,—

To-day’s joys to-morrow are realized too late!

Let none of life’s pleasures, God-given, be lost,

By crossing a bridge—till it has to be crossed!