To-day is here; to-morrow’s dawn
Perchance thou may’st not see;
The noon-tide of another day
May come, but not for thee.
The sun at even’-tide may glow
Upon yon mountain height,
And pause to bless the Mother Earth
Before he sinks from sight;
And yet for thee no earthly light,
No sunset glow at home,
No shadows of life’s twilight hour,—
No silent night may come.
Thou knowest not; the “brighter days”
May never come to thee;
The future is thy present time
Formed from life’s yesterday.
Thou can’st not look beyond this hour
To trace what may befall;
But now is the accepted time
To serve the Lord of all.
To-day then do the good thou canst,
And brighten home with love;
Then shall thy soul more brightly shine
In Heaven, the Home above.
Thy blessings oft are in disguise,—
What seems to be a sorrow
May be the shades of deepening night
Before a brighter morrow.