In spite of me 



To-morrow will 

 For sometime be 



To-morrow still; 



But each to-morrow nearer brings 

 The end of all these wanderings. 



Therefore, dear heart, 



Trust hopefully; 

 Time cannot part 



My thought and thee; 

 No distance, scene, nor age can stay 

 The love that overflows to-day. 



And, dear, in Heaven 



To-morrows stay 

 Away; not even 



A Yesterday 



Can ever come with shadowed brow 

 To darken that eternal Now. 



