. Walt Mason : his book. e before him. Walt Mason WE know not what a day shall bring,what brand of weal or woe; so letus smile and let us sing, and tripfantastic toe. We may feel sure tomor-rows sun will hide, the whole day long;and when all things are said and done, ourguesses will be wrong. We may insist thatdark green grief tomorrows brow willwear; and yet the dawn may bring relieffrom all the woes we bear. No man shouldlook ahead and say, Tomorrow is a frost,so I shall wail around today, and weep, andblame the cost. And so, as I have oftensaid, in dirges fierce but brief, its foolish-ment
. Walt Mason : his book. e before him. Walt Mason WE know not what a day shall bring,what brand of weal or woe; so letus smile and let us sing, and tripfantastic toe. We may feel sure tomor-rows sun will hide, the whole day long;and when all things are said and done, ourguesses will be wrong. We may insist thatdark green grief tomorrows brow willwear; and yet the dawn may bring relieffrom all the woes we bear. No man shouldlook ahead and say, Tomorrow is a frost,so I shall wail around today, and weep, andblame the cost. And so, as I have oftensaid, in dirges fierce but brief, its foolish-ment to look ahead for further stores ofgrief. Its vain to rend our beards and say,Tomorrows charged with fate; far bet-ter to enjoy today, before it pulls its day is ours, this cheerful morn; all yes-terdays are dead; all other days are yet un-born, the stretch of days ahead. This dayis ours, the dear, sweet thing, until it amblesby; so let us dance and let us sing, and throwour hats on high. The VeiledFuture DO. We are njoeary little pilgrims, straying ina world of gloom. Walt Mason WE ARE weary little pilgrims, stray-ing in a world of gloom; just be-hind us is the cradle, just before usis the tomb; there is nothing much to guideus, or the proper path to mark, as we toddleon our journey, little pilgrims in the we jostle, and we struggle, in ourfeeble, futile wTath, always striving, alwaysreaching to push others from the path; andthe wrangling and the jangling of our peev-ish voices rise, to the seraphim that watch usthrough the starholes in the skies; and theysay: The foolish pilgrims! Watch themas they push and shove! They might havea pleasant ramble, if their hearts were fullof love, if theyd help and cheer each otherfrom the hour that they embark—buttheyre only blind and erring little pilgrimsin the dark! ^ LittlePilgrims [.i3\ Better Than Boodle [34] Walt Mason IF YOU help a busted pilgrim, whosbeen out of luck a while, if you stakehim with a dollar and
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