The Treadmill

I AM content with now, whate'er befall,
Whether I will or no, Today is all.
No matter whether swift or slow my tread,
I find Tomorrow still a day ahead;
I cannot overtake eternity—
It turns to time and slips away from me;
And, in like wise, I go upon my way
Only a day ahead of yesterday!
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