NOT YET.
What doth the future hold for us?Shall we the past forget?The answer came in plaintive tones:“Sometime you may. Not yet.”When will the future be made plain?The past hold no regret?In present be not one mistake—The answer, is “Not yet.”When will the path of life be smooth?No pitfalls by the way,No stone to bruise our weary feet,And never shadows gray.O shall we ever understandWhy trials should besetUs in our every walk of life?We ask in vain: “Not yet.”
What doth the future hold for us?Shall we the past forget?The answer came in plaintive tones:“Sometime you may. Not yet.”When will the future be made plain?The past hold no regret?In present be not one mistake—The answer, is “Not yet.”When will the path of life be smooth?No pitfalls by the way,No stone to bruise our weary feet,And never shadows gray.O shall we ever understandWhy trials should besetUs in our every walk of life?We ask in vain: “Not yet.”