  He who cannot do to-morrow Better than he does to-day Is a creature of dishonor And a failure all the way. From to-day’s accomplished labor Comes the morrow near at hand, Just as yesterday’s completion Brought to-day’s ambitions grand. All the past is antiquated,— Useful but for present guide, And if followed makes the future All that has been hoped and tried. He who will not wisely labor For the Present that is here, Rather than prefer past pleasures Or a future’s coming cheer; Is, among the world’s great workers, But a tramp, whom few can trust, Who destroys the best of morals Or is held in sheer disgust. Happy hearts and willing workers Make this earth a better place, And receive the Father’s blessing, When they see Him face to face. |
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