That only the march of an age, forsooth,
Can o’ertake the vision he sees in his youth.
But, oh! in that age, when it comes, the earth
Will live in his light and know of his worth.
And many and many will be the men
Who move on then,
And about them find
The scenes that he in his day divined,
Who, sure of his presence, will know he is nigh,
And feel he is leading, and never can die.