He put off studying until his boyhood days were gone;
He put off getting him a home till age came stealing on;
He put off everything, and so his life was not a joy,
And all because he waited “just a minute” when a boy.
The artist who can realize his ideal has missed the true gain of art, as “a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s heaven for?”—Edward Dowden.
But little Johnnie “Now” would say, when he had work to do,
“There’s no time like the present time,” and gaily put it through.
And when his time for play arrived he so enjoyed the fun!
His mind was not distressed with thoughts of duties left undone.
Keep but ever looking, whether with the body’s eye or the mind’s and you will soon find something to look on.—Browning.