From Day to Day.
Only from day to day We hold our way, Uncertain ever, Though hope and gay desire Touch with their fire Each fresh endeavor. Only from day to day We grope our way Through hurrying hours J But still our castlea fair Lift to the air Their glistening towers. And still from day to day Along the way Beckon us ever, To follow, follow, follow, O'er hill aud hollow, With fresh endeavor. Something triumphant, gay, The bugles play, And trumpets sound From out those glistening towers, And rainbow Bhowers Bedew the ground, Then " sweet, O sweet tho way," Wo smiling say, And forward press With swift, impatient feet, And hearts that beat With eagerness. Yet still beyond the gay Sweet bugles p!ay, The trumpets blow, Howe'er we flying haste, Or lagging waste The houra that go. Still far and far away, Till comes the day We gain that peak In Darien; then, blind No more, we find, Perchance what we do seek. ■NoBAH Pbbbv, in' Harper's Magazine.'
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Evening Star, Issue 7875, 6 April 1889, Page 2 (Supplement)
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170From Day to Day. Evening Star, Issue 7875, 6 April 1889, Page 2 (Supplement)
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