A Hundred Years From Now

The surging sea of liuman life forever onward rolis, And beare to the eternal shore ita daily freight oí rouIh. Though bravely saíls our bark to-day, pale doath sits at the prow, And few gliall know we ever lived a hundred years from uow. Oh, mighty hunian brotherhood ! why flerccly war and strive, While God's grett world has ample spaee for everything aliveï J tro ad fields, uneultured and unelaimed, are waiting for the plow Of progrese that ah.aU niake thein bloom ahundrod years from now. Why shonld we try so earnesily in life'fi short, narro w span, On golden stairs to climb so high above ourbrother man? ar Why bliudly at an earthly shrine in slavish homage bow 'f Our gold will rust. ourselves be dust, a hundred years from now. Why prize so much the world's applause? Why dread so much its blame? A fleeting echo is its volee of censure or of farao; Th o praise that thrills the heart, the scorn thatdyea witn shame the brow, Will be as long-forgotten dreams a hundred jearg from now. Oh, patiënt heart, that meekly bear your wearj load of wrong ! Oh, earnest hearts, that bravely dare, and, atriving, more sti'ong! Press on till perfect peace is won; you'll never dream of how Yon 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 endiosa youth ! When, 'mid the biest, with God you rest, the grateful land shall bow Above your clay in rev'rent love a hundred years from now. EarthR empire rise and fall. Time! like breakers on thy shore, Xhey rush npon thy rocks of doom, go down, and are no more; Thy starry wildemess of worlda that gem night's radiant brow Will light the skies for other oyes a hundred years from now. Our Fatber, to whose sleeplesa eyes the x)ast and future stand An open page, like babes we ding to Thyprotecting hand; Change, sorröw. death are naught to Ttó if we may safely bow Beneath the whadow of Thy throne a hundred years from now.