[BRIDGES WE NEVER CROSS]
We fall in the habit too often I fear,
Of crossing the bridges we never draw near;
Though they loom up before us—they seem just ahead,
There’s a turn and our feet are in other paths led.
We dread the to-morrow, its toil and its care,
And feel that its burdens we never can bear;
But when the to-morrow blends into to-day,
The yesterday’s burdens have all slipped away!
Too often we hear: “Yes; ’tis pleasant this morn,