TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears—
To-morrow? Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand years”
“Good old Omar,” the reader mutters, as he drains his goblet, and replenishes it from bottle and jug, “good old Omar, thine is the only true philosophy. Carpe diem, pluck the passing hour, let us eat and drink for to-morrow we may die, and who cares?
“Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
What, without asking, hither hurried whence?
And, without asking, whither hurried hence!