TO-MORROW AND TO-MORROW AND TO-MORROW.
To-morrow conies? dost say, my Friend, "To-morrow?" Far down below those pines the sunset flings, Long arching o'er, its lines of ruddy liglit; And the wind murmurs little harmonies, And. underneath their wings the tender birds ' Droop their-averted heads—silent their songs. But not a word whispers the moaning wind — Nor wlien m faint array the primal stars Trail with the banners of the unfurled Night; Nor even when the low-hung moon just glints, And faintly, with few touches, sears the wood; Not there, not then, doth Nature idly say, Nor whisper idly of another day; That other morn itself its morrow is; That other day shall see no shade of this.
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 9642, 17 January 1903, Page 6 (Supplement)
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116TO-MORROW AND TO-MORROW AND TO-MORROW. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 9642, 17 January 1903, Page 6 (Supplement)
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