To-morrow? Shall the fleeting years
Abide our questioning? They go
All heedless of our hopes and fears.
To-morrow? ’Tis not ours to know
That we again shall see the flowers.
To-morrow is the gods’--but, oh,
To-day is ours! (Text.)
--CHARLES EDMUND MERRILL, JR., _Scribner’s Magazine_.
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