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Poem
July 22, 1873
Alpena Weekly Argus
Alpena, Alpena County, Michigan
What is this article about?
A reflective poem contemplating life a hundred years in the future, where the current generation will be dead and forgotten, while others continue daily activities under the same sun.
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One Hundred Years to Come.
Who'll press for gold this crowded street,
A hundred years to come?
Who'll tread yon church with willing feet,
A hundred years to come?
Pale, trembling age, and fiery youth,
And childhood with his brow of truth,
The rich and poor, on land and sea;
Where will the mighty million be
A hundred years to come?
We all within our graves shall sleep
A hundred years to come:
No living soul for us shall weep
A hundred years to come:
But other men our land will till,
And others then our streets will fill,
And other words will sing as gay,
And bright the sunshine as to-day
A hundred years to come.
Who'll press for gold this crowded street,
A hundred years to come?
Who'll tread yon church with willing feet,
A hundred years to come?
Pale, trembling age, and fiery youth,
And childhood with his brow of truth,
The rich and poor, on land and sea;
Where will the mighty million be
A hundred years to come?
We all within our graves shall sleep
A hundred years to come:
No living soul for us shall weep
A hundred years to come:
But other men our land will till,
And others then our streets will fill,
And other words will sing as gay,
And bright the sunshine as to-day
A hundred years to come.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Mortality
Passage Of Time
Future Generations
Hundred Years
Graves
Sunshine
Poem Details
Title
One Hundred Years To Come.
Subject
Reflection On The Passage Of Time And Mortality
Key Lines
Who'll Press For Gold This Crowded Street,
A Hundred Years To Come?
We All Within Our Graves Shall Sleep
A Hundred Years To Come:
But Other Men Our Land Will Till,
And Others Then Our Streets Will Fill,
And Other Words Will Sing As Gay,
And Bright The Sunshine As To Day
A Hundred Years To Come.