There shall be no more snow
No weary noontide heat,
So we lift our trusting eyes
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There shall be no more snow
No weary noontide heat,
So we lift our trusting eyes
From the hills our Fathers trod:
To the quiet of the skies:
To the Sabbath of our God.

I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.

I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past.

. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
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. . . So often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.

I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.

I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.

Some day Love shall claim his own
Some day Right ascend his throne,
Some day hidden Truth read more

Some day Love shall claim his own
Some day Right ascend his throne,
Some day hidden Truth be known;
Some day--some sweet day.

You can never tell what the future has in store for you.

You can never tell what the future has in store for you.

The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.

The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.

The future, according to some scientists, will be exactly like the past, only far more expensive.

The future, according to some scientists, will be exactly like the past, only far more expensive.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.