A Century to Come.
Who’ll press for gold our crowded streets,
A century to come?
Who’ll tread our churches with willing feet
A century to come?
Pale, trembling age and fiery youth,
And childhood with its brow of truth,
The rich and poor on land and sea –
Where will the mighty millions be
A century to come?We all within our graves shall sleep,
A century to come;
No living soul for us will weep,
A century to come,
And other men our lands will till,
And others then our streets will fill,
And others shout and sing as gay,
And bright the sunshine as to-day,
A century to come.– Dr. Gustavus Haas, in N.Y. Ledger.
Daily Republican (Decatur, Illinois) Apr 2, 1895
