In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,
While I carol away idle sorrow,
And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn,
Look forward with hope for to-morrow.
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To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
One today is worth two tomorrows.
One today is worth two tomorrows.
To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
That 'tis read more
To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what fair country does this morrow lie,
That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live?
'Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear
'Twill be both very old and very dear.
"To-morrow I will live," the fool does say:
To-day itself's too late;--the wise lived yesterday.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
Live each day the fullest you can, not guaranteeing there'll be a tomorrow, not dwelling endlessly on yesterday.
Live each day the fullest you can, not guaranteeing there'll be a tomorrow, not dwelling endlessly on yesterday.
A shining isle in a stormy sea,
We seek it ever with smiles and sighs;
To-day is read more
A shining isle in a stormy sea,
We seek it ever with smiles and sighs;
To-day is sad. In the bland To-be,
Serene and lovely To-morrow lies.
To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.
To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure read more
Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He, who can call to-day his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.
