TO-DAY

A sunless sky,

Unaccomplished aim,

The flag of Hope at half mast furled,—

A bitter cry,

“I’ve tried—no gain,—

O empty, disappointing world!”

TO-MORROW

A rosy light,

Success attained,

The banner of Victory to the breezes hurled,—

A cry of might,

“The mastery gained,

Hail! glorious, God-given world!”