With hues of summer sunsets painted o'er;
When all my tides of life are softly flowing,
I will not listen for the breaker's roar.
I will not search the future for its sorrows,
Nor peer ahead for lions in the way,
I will not weep o'er possible to-morrows___
Sufficient is the evil of to-day.
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)