A GLIMPSE OF THE AFTERTIME.
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The eye of Science shall scan, Thy page and thy mystical plan,And all the wonder of heaven, And the secrets of the rain.
Yea, there lieth a wonderful book, And its pages are centuries old,But eye hath not read, nor philosopher shed, A ray of its wisdom untold,But there cometh an era of light, When the hemispheres shall meet,For over the ocean a king, Shall stride with his air-clad feet.We shall catch the whispering voices, And the hum of the Eastern world,In a flash of electric glory, And Science, her banner unfurled,Shall stalk with a giant's footsteps, Shall tell us how light had birth,And what the great glacier hideth, In the uttermost gloom of the earth.
She shall trace all paths of the winds, And compass all gates of sound,And clasp in her march of progress, The horizon's mighty bound.There shall be but a step to sever, The old world and the new,For One shall abide forever, And His human children shall grow,
