  To-day is here; to-morrow’s dawn Perchance thou may’st not see; The noon-tide of another day May come, but not for thee. The sun at even’-tide may glow Upon yon mountain height, And pause to bless the Mother Earth Before he sinks from sight; And yet for thee no earthly light, No sunset glow at home, No shadows of life’s twilight hour,— No silent night may come. Thou knowest not; the “brighter days” May never come to thee; The future is thy present time Formed from life’s yesterday. Thou can’st not look beyond this hour To trace what may befall; But now is the accepted time To serve the Lord of all. To-day then do the good thou canst, And brighten home with love; Then shall thy soul more brightly shine In Heaven, the Home above. Thy blessings oft are in disguise,— What seems to be a sorrow May be the shades of deepening night Before a brighter morrow. |
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