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TO-MORROW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR

First Line: TO-MORROW! O THE GLORIOUS TO-MORROW!'
Last Line: AND WE BE SATISFIED!
Subject(s): FUTURE; WAITING;
@3'To-morrow! O the glorious To-morrow!'@1
The soul forever cries;
'Balm it will bring for every hurt and sorrow
In the fair land that lies

Just yonder, hidden from our earthly vision,
But waiting, waiting there
With fullest compensations, joys elysian,
Nor blight of dole or care.

To-day on shore and sea the tempest rages,
The wild winds never cease;
@3To-morrow!@1 — Ah! the thought of it assuages
The storm till all is peace.'

No idle dream, but prophecy eternal,
This rapture of the soul —
This grand outreaching for the life supernal
Though whelming billows roll.

It doth not yet appear what worlds benigner
Within God's æons bide,
But oh, forever, days will dawn diviner,
And we be satisfied!



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