Think of today

In asking for tomorrow

What we think tomorrow's need,

We forget today, its sweetness

And the fulness of its meed;

If we'd sometimes pause and ponder

On the gifts we have today,

We would then, perhaps, remember,

'Twas tomorrow yesterday.

And as each day was tomorrow

To the day that went before,

And all these long tomorrows

We've been feasted from love's store;

Can we not, from past assurance,

Know that Love will meet all care,

And not each day be asking

To receive tomorrow's share.