Silent companions of the lonely hour, Friends, who can never alter or forsake, Who for inconstant roving have no power, And all neglect, perforce, must calmly take,-- Let me return to you; this turmoil ending Which worldly cares have in my spirit wrought, And, o'er your old familiar pages bending, Refresh my mind with many a tranquil thought: Till, haply meeting there, from time to time, Fancies, the audible echo of my own, 'Twill be like hearing in a foreign clime My native language spoke in friendly tone, And with a sort of welcome I shall dwell On these, my unripe musings, told so well.
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Rash indeed is he who reckons on the morrow, or haply on days beyond it for tomorrow is not, until today is past.
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Acts 17:27:
God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us.
(NIV)
So that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel after Him and find Him, although He is not far from each one of us.
(AMP)
That they should seek the Lord, if haply they might feel after him, and find him, though he be not far from every one of us:
(KJV)
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Rash indeed is he who reckons on the morrow, or haply on days beyond it; for tomorrow is not, until today is past.
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