by Florence Earle Coates (1850 - 1927)
Tomorrow
Language: English
The robin chants when the thrush is dumb, Snow smooths a bed for the clover, Life flames anew, and days to come Are sweet as the days that are over. The tide that ebbs by the moon flows back, Faith builds on the ruins of sorrow, The halcyon flutters in winter's track, And night makes way for the morrow. And ever a strain, of joys the sum, Sings on in the heart of the lover— In death sings on—that days to come Are sweet as the days that are over!
Authorship:
- by Florence Earle Coates (1850 - 1927), "Tomorrow" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937), "Tomorrow" [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2022-10-06
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Word count: 90