TOMORROW'S KEY

Today gave to my waking world
a gold and crimson dawn . . .
so splashed with splendor that the sight . . .
I scarcely could look upon.

And in the dewy morningtide
I heard a bird's cry . . .
of utter joy, and saw him wing . . .
across the western sky.

Before my eager, quickened sight
a flower-form unfurled . . .
and lent its matchless beauty . . .
to a green and amber world.

My grateful heart beheld a way
to lift a load of care . . .
that in a silent loneliness . . .
a friend of mine had to bear.

Twilight gently blanketed
the weary world in rest . . .
and stooped to kiss the joy . . .
that slumbered at my breast.

Today I learned to love each hour
nor asked tomorrow planned . . .
and lo, at last, I drift toward sleep . . .
its key within my hand!