TO-MORROW by Lope de Vega

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 7, 1877

TO-MORROW

By Lope de Vega

Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing care, Thou didst seek after me, that thou didst wait, Yet with unhealthy dew, before my gate, And pass the gloomy nights of winter there? O strange delusion! that I did not greet Thy blest approach, and oh, to Heaven how lost, If my ingratitude’s unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet! How oft my guardian angel gently cried, “Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee!” And oh! how often to that voice of sorrow, “To-morrow we will open,” I replied, And when the morrow came I answered still, “To-morrow.”

—From the Spanish of Lope de Vega.