My son and I,     

       Up to God's Hidden Land—     

       Went up to die.     

       He entered in to reign     

       And came not back again—     

       Yet there was I.     

   

  

       PERHAPS     

       "Perhaps tomorrow, but not today.     

       I am young and life is long," she said;     

       And she smiled to herself and tossed her head—     

       She scarcely cared that he went away.     

       Perhaps tomorrow, but not today."     

  

       Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps today,"     

       She laughed; and the green things rose from bed     

       And lived their moment. But still she said,     

       Till the sky grew old and the world grew gray,     

       Perhaps tomorrow, but not today."     

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