Show L hy A Guest I ITHE THE FUTURE An unknown country which I may explore Waits Walts for my coming One no man has seen Beyond its gates no mortal fo foot t has been Yet countless legions wait to tread its shore Dreaming of larger conquests than before I Of valleys and of seas serene terene Where storms or sorrows never intervene And rest est and Joy stand smiling at the doorMen door Men call can this land the future and they set Their eager eyes upon its distant goals I Some tar fai tomorrow tomorrow they shall cease to fret And find the balm bairn to soothe their weary souls And yet one dread of that far land I own i 1 fc fe fer r r o old od age and being left alone Copyright right 1 1925 5 Edgar Edgal A A. Guest v |