Keep out of the Past. It is lonely,
And barren and bleak to the view;
Its fires have grown cold, and its stories are old—-
Turn, turn to the Present—-the New;
To-day leads you up to the hill-tops
That are kissed by the radiant sun,
To-day shows no tomb, life’s hopes are in bloom,
And to-day holds a prize to be won.
Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox.