To-Morrow.
To-morrow, to-morrow. Forever remain Thft balm of our sorrow, The surcease of pain. No woes dost thou bear, No grief laden tears, So burden of care, Little drea 1 and few fears. Thon labourer's ease, Thou slugpard's intent, Thou captive's release, Thou miser's content. The coquette's last flame, The fakir's last sham, The gambler's last game, The drunkard's last dram. To the beggar 'tis clothes, To the gold- seeker wealth, To the wearj repoge, And the invalid health. Thou triumph of truth, Thou downfall of wrong, Thou day of all youth, Thou day of all song. Mysterious day Humanity's boon, Still flee thou away, Still beckon us on. X"et, stay thou to-morrow, Forever remain, A balm for our sorrow, Our surcease of pain. Lyos Leeoy.
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Southland Times, Issue 9503, 27 April 1887, Page 4
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126To-Morrow. Southland Times, Issue 9503, 27 April 1887, Page 4
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