TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW
If fortune, with a smiling faceStrew roses on our way,When shall we stoop to pick them up?To-day, my friend, to-day.But should she frown with face of care,And talk of coming sorrow,When shall we grieve, if grieve we must?To-morrow, friend, to-morrow.—Mackay
If fortune, with a smiling faceStrew roses on our way,When shall we stoop to pick them up?To-day, my friend, to-day.But should she frown with face of care,And talk of coming sorrow,When shall we grieve, if grieve we must?To-morrow, friend, to-morrow.—Mackay
If fortune, with a smiling faceStrew roses on our way,When shall we stoop to pick them up?To-day, my friend, to-day.But should she frown with face of care,And talk of coming sorrow,When shall we grieve, if grieve we must?To-morrow, friend, to-morrow.—Mackay
If fortune, with a smiling face
Strew roses on our way,
When shall we stoop to pick them up?
To-day, my friend, to-day.
But should she frown with face of care,
And talk of coming sorrow,
When shall we grieve, if grieve we must?
To-morrow, friend, to-morrow.
—Mackay