There is no morrow. Though before our face...

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There is no morrow. Though before our face
The shadow named so stretches, we always
Fail to o'ertake it, hasten as we may.
God only gives one island inch of space
Betwixt the Eternities as standing-place,
Where each may work—the inerrable To-day.

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