The Future

The work of the future! How much it may mean
To you and to me.
'Mid the wide-sweeping meadows of truth we may glean
Unchallenged, unseen;
As blithe as a bee.

And then of a sudden, on some golden morn,
The world shall agree
Of the mother, Ambition, a genius is born;
Nay! be not forlorn,
The future is free.