‘Tomorrow’s Day’
Should I feel the sun of tomorrow’s day,
Or hear the lapping of the ripples at the shore
In some quiet haven,
In the rivers of my life
And here in dreaming longing,
I will linger at heaven’s gate
In the sweetest expectation,
As spellbound I await
Your warm enduring presence,
The joy in all of me
As you come silent to my side,
And we will be, will be
By
Mary Cecil
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very nicely done, kudos.
Budd