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I leave with God to-morrow's where and how, / And do concern myself but with the Now, / That little word, though half the future's length, / Well used, holds twice its meaning and its strength.
Like one blindfolded groping out his way, / I will not try to touch beyond to-day. / Since all the future is concealed from sight / I need but strive to make the next step right.
That done, the next, and so on, till I find / Perchance some day I am no longer blind, / And looking up, behold a radiant Friend / Who says, "Rest, now, for you have reached the end. "