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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 Book