Then Morgan hesitating stood,
Look'd down the deep and steep descent
With wilder'd brow and wonderment,
Then gazed against the cooling wood.
And she beside him gazed at this,
Then turn'd her great, sad eyes to his;
He shook his head and look'd away,
Then sadly smiled, and still did say,
"To-morrow, child, another day."
O thou to-morrow! Mystery!
O day that ever runs before!
What has thine hidden hand in store
For mine, to-morrow, and for me?
O thou to-morrow! what hast thou
In store to make me bear the now?
O day in which we shall forget
The tangled troubles of to-day!
O day that laughs at duns, at debt!
O day of promises to pay!
O shelter from all present storm!
O day in which we shall reform!
O day of all days for reform!
Convenient day of promises!
Hold back the shadow of the storm.
O bless'd to-morrow! Chiefest friend,
Let not thy mystery be less,
But lead us blindfold to the end.