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Poem
June 24, 1915
The Taney County Republican
Forsyth, Taney County, Missouri
What is this article about?
A meditative poem reflecting on the passage of time, human mortality, and the enduring cycles of nature, contrasting past, present, and future generations.
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One Hundred Years From Now
One hundred years ago the sun shone clear and bright, And countless millions living then enjoyed its heat and light. Some lived for selfish pleasure, others suffered pain and woe, But where are now the millions of a hundred years ago.
The same sun shines as bright as in the days of yore; The same moon rules the night, and sheds light as before. The same old ocean rolls, nor stops its ebb and flow, But where are now earth's millions of a hundred years ago?
One hundred years from now the sun will rule the day, The silvery moon and stars will chase dark night away, But Father Time, the reaper, to whom all flesh must bow, Will gather his full harvest in a hundred years from now.
One hundred years from now, we all shall be at rest, Sleeping peacefully, serenely, on Mother Earth's kind breast. We will have crossed the border and been stricken from earth's list, Other men will fill our places, and we will not be missed.
But still old Mother Earth will continue to revolve, And other generations will life's problem try to solve. The sun will shine as bright, and on the swaying bough Birds will warble melodies a hundred years from now.
J. W. Anderson, in New Haven Register
One hundred years ago the sun shone clear and bright, And countless millions living then enjoyed its heat and light. Some lived for selfish pleasure, others suffered pain and woe, But where are now the millions of a hundred years ago.
The same sun shines as bright as in the days of yore; The same moon rules the night, and sheds light as before. The same old ocean rolls, nor stops its ebb and flow, But where are now earth's millions of a hundred years ago?
One hundred years from now the sun will rule the day, The silvery moon and stars will chase dark night away, But Father Time, the reaper, to whom all flesh must bow, Will gather his full harvest in a hundred years from now.
One hundred years from now, we all shall be at rest, Sleeping peacefully, serenely, on Mother Earth's kind breast. We will have crossed the border and been stricken from earth's list, Other men will fill our places, and we will not be missed.
But still old Mother Earth will continue to revolve, And other generations will life's problem try to solve. The sun will shine as bright, and on the swaying bough Birds will warble melodies a hundred years from now.
J. W. Anderson, in New Haven Register
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Mortality
Passage Of Time
Nature Continuity
Human Transience
Generations
What entities or persons were involved?
J. W. Anderson, In New Haven Register
Poem Details
Title
One Hundred Years From Now
Author
J. W. Anderson, In New Haven Register
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
But Where Are Now The Millions Of A Hundred Years Ago.
But Father Time, The Reaper, To Whom All Flesh Must Bow, Will Gather His Full Harvest In A Hundred Years From Now.
One Hundred Years From Now, We All Shall Be At Rest, Sleeping Peacefully, Serenely, On Mother Earth's Kind Breast.