We fall in the habit too often I fear,
Of crossing the bridges we never draw near;
Though they loom up before us--they seem just ahead,
There’s a turn and our feet are in other paths led.
We dread the to-morrow, its toil and its care,
And feel that its burdens we never can bear;
But when the to-morrow blends into to-day,
The yesterday’s burdens have all slipped away!
Too often we hear: “Yes; ’tis pleasant this morn,
But it’s a weather breeder, sure’s you are born!”
So, much of God’s sunshine and beauty about
Is forced from our lives by “perhaps” or a doubt!
Make use of the present--to-morrow may wait,--
To-day’s joys _to-morrow_ are realized too late!
Let none of life’s pleasures, God-given, be lost,
By crossing a bridge--till it has to be crossed!