Classic Poem

Forget all the Buried and welcome the Born!
These that are coming are Real!
Plough for the Beautiful Dream of the Corn —
Build the Ideal!

Changeless the Past, but the Future is ours —
Open for us to endow;
Fruit of our purposes, proof of our powers —
Work for it Now!

All we desire is for us to create —
Here in our hands, here!
This is the Hour that is Never Too Late!
This is The Year!