Time with his back against the mighty wall
Which hides from view the future's joy and sorrow,
Hears without answer the impatient call,
Of puny man, to tell him of tomorrow.
Mortal be wise, and to the silence bow;
These useless and unquiet ways forsaking,
Concern thyself with the Eternal Now;
Today holds all things ready for thy taking.
Poems of Problems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Chicago: W. B. Conkey, 1914.
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