"Now is the day"

STOKES ANTHONY BENŃETT

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 away
From all the discord and the strife
That 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.

Oh, seek and find with open heart
The many things, indeed,
That fit the present moments for
Supplying every need.
Arise, and take advantage of
These blessings by the way;
Unsee the past,—the future too,—
And live just for to-day.

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