So much to do; so little done!
Ah! yesternight I saw the sun
Sink beamless down the vaulted gray--
The ghastly ghost of yesterday.
So little done; so much to do!
Each morning breaks on conflicts new;
But eager, brave, I'll join the fray,
And fight the battle of to-day.
So much to do; so little done!
But when it's o'er--the victory won--
O then, my soul, this strife and sorrow
Will end in that great, glad to-morrow!
--James Roberts Gilmore.