No going back; the past is an abyss; no stopping, for the present perisheth;
But ever hasting on, precarious on the foothold of To-day;
Our cares are all To-day; our joys are all To-day;
And in one little word, our life, what is it, but—To-day?
No going back; the past is an abyss; no stopping, for the present perisheth;
But ever hasting on, precarious on the foothold of To-day;
Our cares are all To-day; our joys are all To-day;
And in one little word, our life, what is it, but—To-day?