  We are crossing little bridges That we never reach at all; We are climbing mighty mountains That are not upon our way; We are looking for a twilight While the morning sunbeams fall, And the troubled thoughts of future Take the gladness from to-day. We are losing Nature’s glories, Which are meant for us to see; We are finding weeds and grasses Where the pretty flowers grow; We are looking for the storm clouds Which perchance may never be, And we quite forget the sunshine Which to-day is ours below. We are filling life’s brief season Full of worry and regret, And the thoughts of past and future Rob the present of its best; And the happiness of others We perchance do oft forget. Past regret and future worry Banish peace and conquer rest. Life is ours! The day is passing, And the Present is our all; Past has gone, and future cometh In the moments one by one. If to-day we do our duty, Love the Saviour, hear His call, Earth will bless and Heaven receive us, And His words will be: “Well done.” |
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