From Irene

TO-MORROW'S action! Can that hoary wisdom, Borne down with years, still doat upon to- morrow ?

That fatal mistress of the young, the lazy, The coward, and the fool, condemn'd to lose A useless life in waiting for to-morrow, To gaze with longing eyes upon to-morrow, Till interposing death destroys the prospect ! Strange! that this general fraud from day to day Should fill the world with wretches unde- tected. The soldier, labouring through a winter's

march,

Still sees to-morrow drest in robes of triumph; Still to the lover's long-expecting arms To-morrow brings the visionary bride. But thou, too old to bear another cheat, Learn, that the present hour alone is man's.

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