Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - To-morrow lyrics

'T is late at night, and in the realm of sleep   My little lambs are folded like the flocks;   From room to room I hear the wakeful clocks   Challenge the pa**ing hour, like guards that keep Their solitary watch on tower and steep;   Far off I hear the crowing of the co*ks,   And through the opening door that time unlocks   Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep. To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,   Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,   And tremble to be happy with the rest." And I make answer: "I am satisfied;   I dare not ask; I know not what is best;   God hath already said what shall betide."