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The future! ah, there hath the spirit its home, In its distance is written the glorious to come. The great ones of earth lived but half for their day; The grave was their altar, the far-off their way. Step by step hath the mind its high empire won; We live in the sunshine of what it hath done.

The present! it sinketh with sorrow and care, That but for the future, it never could bear; We dwell in its shadow, we see by its light, And to-day trusts to-morrow, it then will be bright. The maiden who wanders alone by the shore, And bids the wild waters the dear one restore; Yet lingers to listen the lute notes that swell As the evening winds touch the red lips of the shell. She thinks of the time when no longer alone Another will thank those sweet shells for their tone: