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.
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There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to read more
There's a fount about to stream,
There's a light about to beam,
There's a warmth about to glow,
There's a flower about to blow;
There's a midnight blackness changing
Into gray;
Men of thought and men of action,
Clear the way.
Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
For troubles are in store,
. . . .
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Leuconoe, close the book of fate,
For troubles are in store,
. . . .
Live today, tomorrow is not.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
To-morrow will give some food for thought.
[Lat., Aliquod crastinus dies ad cogitandum dabit.]
To-morrow will give some food for thought.
[Lat., Aliquod crastinus dies ad cogitandum dabit.]
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,
Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,
And tremble to be happy with read more
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,
Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,
And tremble to be happy with the rest."
And I make answer: "I am satisfied;
I dare not ask; I know not what is best;
God hath already said what shall betide."
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.
