
A LEAF FROM AN ALBUM.

TODAY AND TOMORROW
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To day mans dressed in gold and silver bright,
Wrapt in shroud before to morrow night;
To day he's feeding on delicious food,
To morrow dead, unable to do good
To day he's nice, and scorns to feed on crumbs,
TO morrow he's himself dish for worms;
To day he's honored and in vast esteem
To morrow not a'beggar values him,
To day he rises from velvet bed, f
To morrow lies in one that's made Of lead,
To day his house, though large, he thinks but
small,
To morrow no command, no house at all;
TO day has forty servants at his gate,
To morrow scorned, not one Of them will wait;
TO day perfumed as sweet as any rose,
To morrow disdained by every body's nose;
To day he's grand, majestic, all delight, 81
Ghastful and pale before 10 morrow night;
True, as the Scriptures say, mans life's a


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- ~ r.