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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Sep 24, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 46.

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YESTERDAY.

By L. L. Knight

BY L. L. KNIGHT.
'Tis now, alas, beyond recall, Lament it as we may! No more around our feet shall fall The light of yesterday. It came as other days have come; Its smiles were kindly shed; But, oh, its blossoms in our wake Lie withered now and dead!
No sighs can breathe away our guilt, Or bid the past return, If we have idly sown or failed This solemn truth to learn, That every yesterday whose wreck Bestrews life's checkered way Has worn amid the fleeting now The raiment of to-day.
Then pluck each moment ere it dies; The present is thine own; But, oh, the future's hidden light Belongs to God alone! Be thoughtful now; to wisdom, son, Give thou a ready ear; 'Twill make each yesterday a charm, And save to-morrow's tear.
Each common deed our hands perform, Though small the act may be, Each thought unuttered in the soul, Lives on immortally. It springs into a welcome flower To deck life's clover lea, Or adds a cheerless thorn to swell The waste of memory.
—Atlanta Constitution.