[Written for the Sentinel.]

THINK OF—TO-DAY

In asking for to-morrow,What we think to-morrow's need,We forget to-day, its sweetnessAnd the fulness of its meed.If we'd sometimes pause and ponderOn the gifts we have to-day,We would then, perhaps, remember'Twas to-morrow yesterday.

And as each day was to-morrowTo the day that went before,And through all these long to-morrowsWe've been feasted from Love's store,Can we not from past assuranceKnow that Love will meet each care,And not any day be askingTo receive to-morrow's share?

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