Three Days

Three Days

By: James Roberts Gilmore

So much to do: so little done!
Ah! yesternight I saw the sun
Sink beamless down the vaulted gray,—
The ghastly ghost of YESTERDAY.

So little done: so much to do!
Each morning breaks on conflicts new;
But eager, brave, I ’ll join the fray,
And fight the battle of TO-DAY.

So much to do: so little done!
But when it ’s o’er,—the victory won,—
Oh! then, my soul, this strife and sorrow
Will end in that great, glad TO-MORROW.

James Roberts Gilmore