_The Future._

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 agree Of the mother, Ambition, a genius is born; Nay! be not forlorn, The future is free.