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With a critical satisfaction? But yesterday's laurels are dry and dead And to-morrow's triumph is still ahead; To-day is the day for action. Yesterday's sun: is it shining still? To-morrow's dawn: will its coming fill To-day, if to-day's light fail us? Not so. The past is forever past; To-day's is the hand which holds us fast, And to-morrow may never hail us. The present and only the present endures, So it's hey for to-day! for to-day is yours For the goal you are still pursuing. What you have done is a little amount; What you will do is of lesser account, But the test is, what are you doing? THE FIRST PERSON SINGULAR. McUmphrey's a fellow who's lengthy on lungs. Backed up by the smoothest of ball-bearing tongues, And his topic--himself--is worth talking about, But he works it so much he has frazzled it out. He never will give me my half of a chance To chip in my own little, clever romance In the first person singular. Yes, and they say, He offended you, too, in a similar way. Cousin Maud tells her illnesses, ancient and recent, In a most minute way which is almost indecent! Vivisecting herself, with some medical chatter, She serves us her portions--as if on a platter, Never noting how I am but waiting to stir My dregs of diseases to offer to her. And I hear (such a joke!) that your chronic gastritis Stands silent forever before her nephritis. Mrs. Henderson's Annie goes out every night, And Bertha, before her, was simply a fright, While Agnes broke more than the worth of her head, And Maggie--well, some things are better unsaid. Such manners to talk of her help--when she knows My wife's simply aching to tell of _our_ woes! And I hear that she never lets you get a start On your story of Rosy we all know by heart. You'd hardly believe that I've heard Bunson tell The Flea-Powder Frenchman and Razors to Sell, The One-Legged Goose and that old What You Please-- And even, I swear it, The Crow and the Cheese. And he sprang that old yarn of He Said 't was His Leg, When you wanted to tell him Columbus's Egg, While I wanted to tell my own whimsical tale (Which I recently wrote) of The Man in the Whale! THE CHOICE. The little it takes to make life bright, If we
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