To-morrow yet would reap to-day,
As we bear blossoms of the dead;
Earn well the thrifty months, nor wed
Raw Haste, half-sister to Delay.
_Love Thou the Land_. A. TENNYSON.
In human hearts what bolder thoughts can rise,
Than man's presumption on to-morrow's dawn!
Where is to-morrow?
_Night Thoughts, Night I_. DR. E. YOUNG.
To-morrow is a satire on to-day,
And shows its weakness.
_The Old Man's Repose_. DR. E. YOUNG.
Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
To-morrow be to-day.
_Kéramos_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
To-morrow is, ah, whose?
_Between Two Worlds_. D.M. MULOCK CRAIK.