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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Oh! to be wafted away
From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
Where the dust of an earthy read more
Oh! to be wafted away
From this black Aceldama of sorrow,
Where the dust of an earthy to-day
Makes the earth of a dusty to-morrow.
Light tomorrow with today.
Light tomorrow with today.
Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
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Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.
To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.
You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.
You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.
The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.
The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.
This day was yesterday to-morrow nam'd:
To-morrow shall be yesterday proclaimed:
To-morrow not yet come, not far read more
This day was yesterday to-morrow nam'd:
To-morrow shall be yesterday proclaimed:
To-morrow not yet come, not far away,
What shall to-morrow then be call'd? To-day.
