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TO-MORROW
But think of that evening,
When calm skies looked down
On fair Egypt's children,
And wore not a frown;

And yet when the morning
Dawned over the land,
Grim death claimed the eldest
Of each household band.

Or picture that palace
Of Chaldea's king
Where the hours were joyous
With gay banqueting.

Where beauty smiled proudly,
And wine sparkled bright;
While music enchanting
Swelled out on the night.

And mark you, how sudden
Upon the fair wall,
Was written the message
Which terrified all.