Proverbial Philosophy: The First and Second Series
Philosophy
Proverbial Philosophy: The First and Second Series
Proverbs
Now, is the constant syllable ticking from the clock of time,
Now, is the watchword of the wise, Now, is on the banner of the prudent.
Cherish thy to-day and prize it well, or ever it be gulphed into the past,
Husband it, for who can promise, if it shall have a morrow?
Behold, thou art,--it is enough; that present care be thine;
Leave thou the past to thy Redeemer, entrust the future to thy Friend;
But for To-day, child of man, tend thou charily the minutes,
The harvest of thy yesterday, the seed-corn of thy morrow.
Last night died its day; and the deeds thereof were judged:
Thou didst lay thee down as in a shroud, in darkness and death-like
slumber:
But at the trumpet of this morn, waking the world to resurrection,
Thou didst arise, like others, to live a new day's life:
Fear, lest folly give thee cause to mourn its passing presence,
Fear, that to-morrow's sigh be not, would God it had not dawned!
For, To-day the lists are set, and thou must bear thee bravely,
Tilting for honour, duty, life, or death without reproach:
To-day, is the trial of thy fortitude, O dauntless Mandan chief;
To-day, is thy watch, O sentinel; To-day, thy reprieve, O captive:
What more? To-day is the golden chance wherewith to snatch fruition,--
Be glad, grateful, temperate: there are asps among the figs.
For the potter's clay is in thy hands,--to mould it or to mar it at thy
will,
Or idly to leave it in the sun, an uncouth lump to harden.
O bright presence of To-day, let me wrestle with thee, gracious angel,
I will not let thee go, except thou bless me; bless me, then, To-day:
O sweet garden of To-day, let me gather of thee, precious Eden;
I have stolen bitter knowledge, give me fruits of life To-day:
O true temple of To-day, let me worship in thee, glorious Zion;
I find none other place nor time, than where I am To-day:
O living rescue of To-day, let me run into thee, ark of refuge:
I see none other hope nor chance, but standeth in To-day:
O rich banquet of To-day, let me feast upon thee, saving manna;
I have none other food nor store, but daily bread To-day!
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