From the Rock Island Argus, April 11, 1913. By S. E. Kiser. The man who cannot rest today, But says he will tomorrow, Finds, when his work is cleared away, New tasks or sits in sorrow. The merry time, the happy time, The blissful day in view Is never gained by them that wait To triumph and to celebrate, With nothing more to do. The man who folds his hands today And contemplates with sorrow The pressing task that’s put away Unfinished ’til tomorrow Has neither rest of heart nor mind, For he that looks ahead To duties long delayed destroys The sweetest of sweet leisure’s joys, But borrows doubt and dread. The man who mixes work and play At present and tomorrow Keeps life’s poor little ills away And finds new cares to borrow. The merry time, the happy time, The blissful day in view Is every day for him whose hand Is turned each day to fair deeds and Who plays in reason too.