Is Not To-Day Enough? Why Do I Peer Into The Darkness Of The Day To Come? Is Not To-Morrow Even As Yesterday? And Will The Day That Follows Change Thy Doom? Few Flowers Grow Upon Thy Wintry Way; And Who Waits For Thee In That Cheerless Home Whence Thou Hast Fled, Whither Thou Must Return Charged With The Load That Makes Thee Faint And Mourn?