I dreamed of wandering through a leafy wood
The birds sang blithely; in white, fragrant showers,
Across my path the jasmine flung its flowers,
And Nature seemed in her most joyous mood.
I paused a while—when circled silently
A cloud of bright-winged creatures round my head;
One, bolder than the rest, approached and said,—
"We are your Days—those past and yet to be;
I am To-day." In joy beyond compare,
I cried, "Those wee To-morrows I'll ensnare
And soon I'll know my future—ill or fair!"
After a hot pursuit, I had my way—
I oped my hands wherein my captives lay,
And lo! there smiling at me, was—"To-day!"
Poems
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From the November 1903 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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