He who cannot do to-morrow
Better than he does to-day
Is a creature of dishonor
And a failure all the way.
From to-day’s accomplished labor
Comes the morrow near at hand,
Just as yesterday’s completion
Brought to-day’s ambitions grand.
All the past is antiquated,—
Useful but for present guide,
And if followed makes the future
All that has been hoped and tried.
He who will not wisely labor
For the Present that is here,
Rather than prefer past pleasures
Or a future’s coming cheer;
Is, among the world’s great workers,
But a tramp, whom few can trust,
Who destroys the best of morals
Or is held in sheer disgust.
Happy hearts and willing workers
Make this earth a better place,
And receive the Father’s blessing,
When they see Him face to face.