| Show ii t I J I It ItI 1 T 7 I I TIlE COMING YEAR AR ARdo do know I cannot tell c In the years ears to be Jut In the shadow ow ot of a pelI That passIng over oer mt me hear d far ol voice that sings song of hopes hope n a voice that brings A g in The Th world It e Is moving on rt nt the portals ot of the dawn dawnI I cannot J I do not know nut hut this is Ie nil a dream Yet In the East I see ee a glow ot of promise sweetly beam benm beamAnd And through the from afar atar atarI I lee ee n a radIant rising star stor Oer the tha horizon gleam gleamA A morning star whose sIlvery light out across the human night I know the brute within mankind The lust for gain The lovet of at the mind Have ever held the reign I know Injustice rules supreme And nd yet et I cannot will not dream Twill always so remain Ill lii dream a brighter era ern waits walts Beyond the Futures opening gates I 1 know krow the man many long have wept In want ant and I Poverty overt they have sown while others And sought th they y to be free I know lenow the th tyrants trants tram from their thrones Have strewn the earth with bleaching An laughed d In lordly glee To see IC the tho toilers who vho had made The wealth by that wealth lowly laid I know these things are standing now Much as a they stood ot of old I know that Power upon his brow still wears a crown ot of gold goldI I know that greed which marks the strong I kno know that selfishness and wrong In still hold The poor I know that Mammon brings A rule as bard as that ot of kings And yet I dare dar sometimes to hope Sometimes to prophesy That when the futures portals ope A bow will span pan the sky k kA A bow ot of promise In whose light The Tho toilers path will grow as brIght HIs destiny as high As Is the thiefs who sho lords lord the earth And steals what labor brings to birth Who saId that all tte te earth should be Held only by the few Who said that servile senile poverty Should curse the ones who do And th those who tho nothing do should ride In lordly easo and pomp and pride Who said earths harvests gres grel nut for tor a cluBs closs to hoard them b by From some who weep and some who die I JJ not kno know I cannot tell What coming years ears will bring I nI dreamed a shadow felt fell As from some brooding wing Ing If f there were I a destiny That hovers In some flomo future sky That oer my l ul did fling A dream of orne Fome new era won A gleam ot of some Borne un risen sun lIun sunI lIunI I look acro across the fields of Time And see a form torm like Fate Arise majestic and sublime And With n a step elate I see eel her pass from land hwd to land I see arise at her command The perfect social state Men from theIr limbs the fetters cast And Justice tomes omes to earth at lat last Denver Denyer News 1 |
