Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A HUNDRED YEARS TO COME, by HIRAM LADD SPENCER


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A HUNDRED YEARS TO COME, by                    
First Line: O where will be the birds that sing
Last Line: A hundred years to come!
Subject(s): Future


O where will be the birds that sing,
A hundred years to come?
The flowers that now in beauty spring,
A hundred years to come?
The rosy lip, the lofty brow,
The heart that beats so gaily now,
Oh, where will be love's beaming eye,
Joy's pleasant smile, and sorrow's sigh,
A hundred years to come?

Who'll press for gold this crowded street,
A hundred years to come?
Who'll tread yon church with willing feet,
A hundred years 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 hundred years to come?

We all within our graves shall sleep,
A hundred years to come!
No living soul for us will weep,
A hundred years to come!
But other men our lands will till,
And others then our streets will fill,
While other birds will sing as gay,
As bright the sunshine as today,
A hundred years to come!





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