ONE HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XVII, Issue 20, 6 September 1889, Page 20

ONE HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW.

Mabt A. Fobd (" Una "). Tsa surging sea of human life forever onward rolls, And bean to the eternal shore its daily freight of souli, Though bravely sails our bark to-day, pale Death sits at the prow, And few shall know we ever lived a hundred years from now. O mighty human brothsihood I why fiercely war and strive, While God's great world has ample space for everything alive ? Broad fields, uncultured and unclaimed, are waiting for the plough m progress that shall make them bloom a bnndred years from now. Why should we try so earnestly in life's short, narrow span, On golden stairs to climb so high above our brother man ? Why blindly at an earthly shrine in slavish homage bow ? Our gold will rust, ourselves be dust, a hundred years from now I Why prise so much the world's applause 1 Why dread so much its blame f A fleeting echo is its voice of censure or of fame ; The praise that thrills the heart, the scorn that dyes with shame the brow, Will be as long forgotten dreams a hundred years from now I O patient hearts, that meekly bear your weary load of wrong I Oearaest hearts that bravely dare, and, striving, grow more strong J Press on till perfect peace is won ; you'll never dream of how You struggled o'er life's thorny road a hundred years from now. Grand, lofty souls, who live and toil that freedom, right, and truth Alone may rule the universe, for you is endless youth ; When 'mid the bleat, with God you rest, the grateful lands shall bow Above your clay in rev'rent love a hundred years from now. Earth's empires rise and fall, O Time I like breakers on thy shore : They rush upon thy rocks of doom, go down, and are no more ; The starry wilderness of worlds that gem night's radiant brow Will.light the skies for other eyes a hundred years from now. Our Father, to whose sleepless eyes the paßt and future stand An open page, like babes we cling to Thy protecting hand ; Change, sorrow, death are naugbt to us if we may safely bow Beneath the shadow of Thy throne a hundred years from now. —New York FreematCt Journal,