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A POETIC PROPHECY


Men, my brothers, men the workers,
Ever reaping something new;
That which they have done but earnest
Of the things that they shall do.

For I dipt into the future, far as 
Human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all
The wonder that would be.

Saw the heavens fill with commerce,
Argosies of magic sails,
Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping
Down with costly bales;

Heard the heavens fill with shouting,
And there rain'd a ghastly dew
From the nation's airy navies
Grappling in th central blue.

----Lord Tennyson, "Locksey Hall"

Roy Knabenshue
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