Who is so thoughtless as to say

Who is so thoughtless as to say
To-morrow does not feel to-day,
And own its mystic power
To heighten or relieve the pain,
Swell the eternal loss or gain
Of every coming hour!

One word, one look, one thought of sin,
Utter'd, or glanced, or harbour'd in
The heart where Christ should reign;
Tho' mourn'd and wept, will leave behind
Some moral weakness in the mind,
Upon the soul some stain.

While holy prayers and deeds of faith,
Such as to-day the Christian hath
For love of Jesus done,
Shall — tho' by him forgotten — be
Strength for another victory
Beneath to-morrow's sun.

The things which most mere trifles deem,
A walk, a ride, a book, a dream,
A pain, a laugh, a tear;
All come with their commission high
To mould man for eternity,
By growth in goodness here.

And they, who own this heavenly law,
Strength from all little things can draw
For great things yet to come:
For holy triumphs, which may prove
Their depth of faith, their height of love,
And fit them for their home.