Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 269, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 November 1918 — THE FUTURE [ARTICLE]

THE FUTURE

What may we take into the vast forevert That marble door * Admits no fruit of ail our long endeavor, No fame-wreathed crown we wore, Nor garnered lore. What can we bear beyond the unknown portal ? No gold, no gains Of all our toiling life; in the life Immortal No hoarded wealth remains, Nor gilds, nor stains. , Naked from out that far abyss behind ns We entered here; No word came with our coming, to remind us What wondrous world was near. No hope, no fear. Into the silent, starless night before us. Naked we glide; No hand has mapped the constellations o'er us, No comrade at our side. No chart, no guide. Vet fearless toward that midnight, black aiW hollow, Our footsteps fare; The beckoning of a Father's hand W* , follow— V. ' His love alone Is there, No curse, no care. ‘ ' . —Edward Rowland SUL