To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Lets treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay. Lets banish business, banish sorrow; To the gods belongs to-morrow. Abraham CowleyAnacreontique. The Epicure. L. 7.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have livd to-day. DrydenImitation of Horace. Bk. III. Ode XXIX. L. 66.
Oh, the nursery is lonely and the gardens full of rain, And theres nobody at all who wants to play, But I think if I should only run with all my might and main, I could leave this dreary country of To-day. Caroline McCormickRoad to Yesterday.
To-day what is there in the air That makes December seem sweet May? There are no swallows anywhere, Nor crocuses to crown your hair And hail you down my garden way. Last night the full moons frozen stare Struck me, perhaps; or did you say Reallyyoud come, sweet Fnend and fair! To-day? Theopbile MarzialsRondel.
Rise! for the day is passing, And you lie dreaming on; The others have buckled their armour, And forth to the fight have gone: A place in the ranks awaits you, Each man has some part to play; The Past and the Future are nothing, In the face of the stern To-day. Adelaide ProcterLegends and Lyrics.