Poem February 21, 1914 Issue

I leave with God tomorrow's where and how,...

Anon

I leave with God tomorrow's where and how,
And do concern myself but with the now.
That little word, though half the future's length,
Well used, holds twice its meaning and its strength.
Like one blindfolded, groping out his way,
I will not try to touch beyond today.
Since all the future is concealed from sight,
I need but strive to make the next step right.
That done, the next ! and so on, till I find,
Perchance, some day I am no longer blind;
And, looking up, behold a radiant Friend,
Who says: "Rest now; for you have reached the end!"

Anon.

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