Tomorrow! - Why, Tomorrow I May Be

Alas, That Spring Should Vanish With The Rose! That Youths Sweet-scented Manuscript Should Close!

Justice Is The Soul Of The Universe.

You Know How Little While We Have To Stay, And, Once Departed, May Return No More.

Thy Return Is As Another Sun To Heaven; A New Rose Blooming In The Garden Of The Soul.

But Helpless Pieces Of The Game He Plays Upon This Checker-board Of Nights And Days; Hither And Thither Moves, And Checks, And Slays, And One By One Back In The Closet Lays.