As Ages have beheld it glow ;
As the flowers now spring to birth,
Sprang they thousand years ago :
So each day must pass away, ——
Bringing smiles or bearing sorrow ;
As the world was yesterday,
So ' t will be to-morrow, love,
So 't will be to-morrow.

Wherefore should we own our pain,
Since the pain, like all things, goeth ?
Where's the wisdom to complain,
Since our feeling no one knoweth ?
Hearts may bloom, yet show no flowers,
Eyes may mourn, yet hide their sorrow ;
As the world went yesterday,
So 't will go to-morrow, love,
So 't will go to-morrow.

Life is like the wind that blows,
When the clouds of morn are breaking ;
Life is like the stream that flows, -
Something leaving, — something taking !
Better cherish what we may,
Than recall the past, with sorrow ;
As the world rolled yesterday,
So ' t will roll to-morrow, love,
So ,' t will roll to-morrow.