"Tomorrow, friend, will be another day,"
A seer wise of old was won't to say
To him who came at eventide, in grief,
Because the day had borne no fruitful sheaf.
O Lord of Life, that each of us might learn
From vain todays and yesterdays to turn,
To face the future with a hope newborn
That what we hope for cometh with the morn!
Thomas Curtis Clark
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