Today the sun is shining,
So lovely, bright and clear,
But what about to-morrow,
With all its dread and fear?

Tomorrow is elusive,
For when your hand would stay
The morrow, as it dawneth,
Behold, it is to-day.

My friend, there's no to-morrow,
Today is all your own;
Enjoy it, don't destroy it,
With tear and sigh and groan.

For now's the blessed moment
The Master's work to do;
Today is yours, tomorrow
May be too late for you.

Helen McDowell