THE FUTURE.
The work of the future! How much it may meanTo you and to me.'Mid the wide-sweeping meadows of truth we may gleanUnchallenged, unseen;As blithe as a bee.And then of a sudden, on some golden morn,The world shall agreeOf the mother, Ambition, a genius is born;Nay! be not forlorn,The future is free.
The work of the future! How much it may meanTo you and to me.'Mid the wide-sweeping meadows of truth we may gleanUnchallenged, unseen;As blithe as a bee.And then of a sudden, on some golden morn,The world shall agreeOf the mother, Ambition, a genius is born;Nay! be not forlorn,The future is free.
The work of the future! How much it may meanTo you and to me.'Mid the wide-sweeping meadows of truth we may gleanUnchallenged, unseen;As blithe as a bee.
The work of the future! How much it may mean
To you and to me.
'Mid the wide-sweeping meadows of truth we may glean
Unchallenged, unseen;
As blithe as a bee.
And then of a sudden, on some golden morn,The world shall agreeOf the mother, Ambition, a genius is born;Nay! be not forlorn,The future is free.
And then of a sudden, on some golden morn,
The world shall agree
Of the mother, Ambition, a genius is born;
Nay! be not forlorn,
The future is free.