Author Harriet McEwen Kimball TO-MORROW has trouble to lend To all who lack to-day;Go, borrow it—borrow, griefless heart, An thou with thy peace wilt pay!To-morrow has trouble to lend, An endless, endless store;But I have as much as heart can hold— Why should I borrow more! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments