by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One looks behind him to some vanished time
Ah, I was happy then, alack!
I did not know it was my life's best prime --
Oh, if I could go back!
Another looks, with eager eyes aglow,
To some glad day of joy that yet will dawn,
I shall be happy then, I know.
Oh, let me hurry on.
But I - I look out on my fair To-day;
I clasp it close and kiss its radiant brow,
Here with the perfect present let me stay,
For I am happy now!
Source:Poems of Ella Wheeler Wilcox
W.P. Nimmo, Hay, and Mitchell, Edinburgh