[Written for the Sentinel]

"Now is the day"

Remember not the yesterdays,Their trials or their tears;Remember not their bitterness,Nor any of their fears.Forget the past, the troubled past,Forget, and turn awayFrom all the discord and the strifeThat darkened yesterday.

Wait not upon to-morrow's aid—It matters not the plea—Nor build upon to-morrow's joy,However great 'twould be.To-morrow is a false pretense,With naught on which to stand;So very near, and yet so far,It never comes to hand.

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