Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume III/The Future

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

For works with similar titles, see The Future.

THE FUTURE

CHAPTER VIII.

THE FÊTE.

Not to the present is our hour confined,
The great and shadowy future is assigned
To be the glorious empire of the mind.

The past was once the future, and it wrought
In the high presence of on-looking thought;
All that we have, was by its efforts brought.

To-day creates to-morrow, and the tree
Of good or ill grows in past hours, what we
Make for the future—certain is to be.

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