To-day and To-morrow

Let us be brave, to-day, to-day,
And ne’er content to borrow,
From lovely things that blithely stray
Adown a fair to-morrow.

To-day is ours for what we will
And victory is waiting,
If we but press from hill to hill
No jot of strength abating.

What though these willing hands are weak,
And brightest paths are dreary;
The heights will not be always bleak,
The feet not always weary.
Let us be glad, to-day, to-day,
And ne’er content to borrow,
From lovely things that blithely stray
Adown a fair to-morrow.