Poem May 21, 1921 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Ever Present

LULA KNOWLES FOSS

TALK not of the past
With its hopes and its fears,
Its joys and its sorrow,—
There are no vanished years,
The good still remaineth;
Though strange it may seem,
That which we call past
Is only a dream.

Talk not of the future
And what you will do;
The present alone
Is given to you.
There is no to-morrow,
It is always to-day;
A mirage is the future
Which we see in our way.

Though it may lure us
With dreams bright and fair,
Long, long e'er we reach it,
'Twill vanish in air.
The present alone
Is the real and the true;
And all of the present
Is given to you.

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