@3'To-morrow! O the glorious To-morrow!'@1 The soul forever cries; 'Balm it will bring for every hurt and sorrow In the fair land that lies Just yonder, hidden from our earthly vision, But waiting, waiting there With fullest compensations, joys elysian, Nor blight of dole or care. To-day on shore and sea the tempest rages, The wild winds never cease; @3To-morrow!@1 — Ah! the thought of it assuages The storm till all is peace.' No idle dream, but prophecy eternal, This rapture of the soul — This grand outreaching for the life supernal Though whelming billows roll. It doth not yet appear what worlds benigner Within God's æons bide, But oh, forever, days will dawn diviner, And we be satisfied! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMIGRATION by LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM A BURIAL-PLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM IN PRAISE OF A COUNTRY LIFE by PHILIP AYRES LETHE. A BALLAD by JAMES HAY BEATTIE AT SABBATH DOWN by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PIANO TUNING by MARIANNE BORUCH ON HIS ENGAGEMENT TO BE MARRIED by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB EPITAPH ON THE REV. SAMUEL CLARK, WHO DIED AT THE AGE OF 42 by NATHANIEL COTTON |