The last words found in Sir Walter Scott’s diary were, “Tomorrow we shall.”
He was Scotland’s greatest novelist, but there was no tomorrow for him. He died with good intentions to accomplish a certain goal – a goal never stated in his diary, nor completed by him.1
Christ declared, “I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; the night comes when no man can work” (John 9:4).
Robert Murray McCheyne, the powerful Scottish preacher, reminded himself and his friends that time flies by ending his letters to his friends with Jesus’ words, “Cometh night.”2
Longfellow said, “Do not delay: the golden moments fly!”3 Catherine the Great, the 18th century ruler of Russia, came to the end of her sixty-seven years, sighing, “I am an accumulation of broken ends.” She learned – too late – that time flies.
When Raphael was carried into the studio to take a last look at his majestic painting, “The Transfiguration,” he sighed, “Alas, it will never be completed!”
Australian composer, Franz Schubert, at the age of 31, was working on his “Unfinished Symphony,” when death suddenly came. Frank Grasso, conductor of the Tampa, Florida, Symphonette Orchestra, died suddenly, as he was directing the last number of a concert. Ironically, the number was Schubert’s “Unfinished Symphony.”4
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- Coffee News, Trinity, Holiday, New Port Richey, Port Richey Edition, FL, Volume 1, No. 47, Sherri Montiy – Publisher, August 27, 2007. p. 1