ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 109
A Hundred Years to Com©
"Vy THERE, where will be the birds that sing9
W A hundred years to come ?
The flowers that now in beauty spring,
A hundred years to come ?
The rosy cheek,
The lofty brow,
The heart that beats
So quickly now ?
Where, where "will be our hopes and fears.
Joy's pleasant smiles and sorrow's tears,
A hundred years to come ?
Who'll press for gold the crowded street,
A hundred years to come ?
Who'll tread yon aisle with willing feet,
A hundred years to come ?
Pale, trembling age
And fiery youth,
And childhood with
Its brow of truth ;
The rich, the poor, on land and sea :
Where will the mighty millions be,
A hundred years to come ?
We all within our graves will sleep*
A hundred years to come ;
No living soul for us will weep,
A hundred years to come ;
And others then
Our lands will till,
And other men
Our homes will fill,
And other birds will sing as gay,
And bright the sun shine as today,
A hundred years to come.
Hiram Dodd Spencer
O, Call Back Yesterday
ONE day too late, I fear me, noble lord,
Hath clouded all thy happy days on earth i
O9 call back yesterday, bid time return.
And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men !
Today, today, unhappy day, too late,
O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state ;
For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead,
Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed and fled.
Salisbury in Shakespeare*s Richard the Second