TAKE NO THOUGHT FOR TO-MORROW.
Poor heart! why clog thyself
With weights thou need'st not bear?
Enough for every passing day
Is its own load of care. Why be in haste to pay
A debt before 'tis due?
So soon life's sorrows come, why run
To catch their distant view? Oh! let to-morrow's woe
In wise concealment rest.
Do not her frightful image trace,
And wear it on thy breast. Enjoy, endure and do,
From vain forebodings free;
And make life's bitterest moments yield
Their lingering sweets to thee.