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 In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
 May my lot no less fortunate be
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 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. 
One today is worth two tomorrows.
One today is worth two tomorrows.
 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. 
 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." 
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.
 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. 
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.
 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. 
 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.