CONTENTS
POEMS OF LIFE
TO-DAY
THE Yesterdays we might have called our own
But which, in our blindness, we let slip by,
Alas! they know not to return again,
Deep-buried doth each, within its grave, lie.
THE Yesterdays we might have called our own
But which, in our blindness, we let slip by,
Alas! they know not to return again,
Deep-buried doth each, within its grave, lie.