To-morrow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

…………………….To-morrow

‘T is late at night, and in the realm of sleep

…My little lambs are folded like the flocks;

…From room to room I hear the wakeful clocks

…Challenge the passing hour, like guards that keep

Their solitary watch on tower and steep;

…Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,

…And through the opening door that time unlocks

…Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,

…Who cries to me: “Remember Barmecide,

…And tremble to be happy with the rest.”

And I make answer: “I am satisfied;

…I dare not ask; I know not what is best;

…God hath already said what shall betide.”

 

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