In asking for tomorrow
What we think tomorrow's need,
We forget today, its sweetness
And the fulness of its meed;
If we'd sometimes pause and ponder
On the gifts we have today,
We would then, perhaps, remember,
'Twas tomorrow yesterday.

And as each day was tomorrow
To the day that went before,
And all these long tomorrows
We've been feasted from love's store;
Can we not, from past assurance,
Know that Love will meet all care,
And not each day be asking
To receive tomorrow's share.