Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1871-05-03
TOMORROW.
What is It, ana where?

What Is IL, ana WhereE
An island out Of reach q will-eo'
the-wisp, that shines and flashes
through the darkness Of to-day Tor
ever unattainable, painted boat
rocking gaily upon the wave that
beats against the headland now
where our feet are firmly planted,
wcoing US out upon the sea Of sad. de-
laws, as the wrecker's beacon woOs 70
rocks that shipwreck; an archer, with
drawn bow, aud arrow dipped in the
mandragda Of SORROW; rainbow, for
whose radiance our lives are reaehlng
ever, as children for the stars =
romance, gliding With q tender giagy
the veFities OF today; q bird, whose
singing in the night gives sweetRess
to our dreams; something that Is 70
come-and comes not; that has de-
light and gives not; that is thFonedi
yet dethroned, seeptsred, yet scepter-
lessi crowned, yet crOWnless; that is,
and is not, forever and ever, till time
shall cease and eternity dawn!
Tomorrow!
Beautiful angel that We cry for,
reaching from the heart Of sorrow, for
the balm OF joy II bears, terrible de
mon that we fear and fain would fiy
from, when, fOF the guilt Of to-day, it
IL the heaven-appointed Nemesis.
To-day we toll, that we may have
riches, honors and emOluments heap
ed upon US tomorrow. -rr .for--.r 4
To-day we stife the voice Of con-
science, that to- O-mOrrow We may drink
from the golden chaliee OF success
not thinking OF the lees beneath the
purple and amber Of the wine. p. ~.
We reach for the sunshine Of to-
morrow, not knowing, alasl that Il
viii dry up the fountains, OF our love
as simOon-breath the dews the trayel-
er diesfor asrs ss+.'ns esl.isfi..
But yet, with the hidden tO-mOr-
row, how much OF life Is In reality
but a mortgage on the futlrs2
For unsatisfied desire, for ungrati-
fed ambition, for the fruitiOn Of as
pirations, hopes, and all forms Of
earthly good, We are perpetually
reaching over into and trusting the
to morrow of our lives. =. #
To-day the snow Is heaped above
Us; tO-mOrrOW yiOlets will bloom and
winds be sweet with bird songs.
To-day our lives are lying drearily
and colder than the shores the North
Sea folds; tomorrow they shall bud
and blossom, and bear the fruit Of
patient faith and hope.
In our homes to-day there are sick
ness, mourning, death tomorrow,
health, Joy, life.
To-day we strive; tomorrow we
are to attain. To-day we have the
dull, hard prose; tomorrow will
come the poem.
SO we say-and yet life is long to-
day, and tO-mOrrow-where Is it7
The great patriarch talks Of it as
the child upon his knee. and the boys
pulses thrill to visions Of gladneSs
and Of glory that no tomorrow can
realize In the fullness hoped for. -.
The lover whispers 1t in the ear OF
the maiden who trusts her happiness
to its keeping, and to his-Rnd. alas,
that tomorrow, means, sometimes to
such, siren singing low, glad pre-
lude to years Of pain aud doubts.
There should be no tomorrow in
the life we live within; the individ-
ual life Of the individual soul .--..--
Time-the cycles OF eternity make
no change in God. SO, In character,
in love. Ia peace, and truth, the Great
ed should be like the Creator, feeling
ali life, true Life, is but an eternal
now. t- -.
When we have Learned to hold the
sorrow of life sacred to-day, and TO
garner around them the fays OF 10
day-Bhenthe int gritty and The iAith,
the hope and the trust OF to-day shall
become Che same as wiz issue peace
and Joy In all the to-nnorroWs that
are 10 eome-Rhen the soul has Eissn
70 sueh heights that no to-n1oTtow
then viii the true life be lived, and
to-day win be as g thousand years in
the essential elements Of It's capacity
for joy and love.