Classic Poem

If this the truth turns out to be
O what a lot of things we'll see
'Twixt now and mid-next-century!
A subway built to Liverpool
Beneath the ocean deep and cool,
All made of glass that we may view
The mysteries beneath the blue!

An air-ship running to the moon
Where lovers all may go to spoon,
Its climate always May or June!
And possibly a branch to Mars,
And all the other smiling stars,
And for the chaps a-motoring
A speedway built on Saturn's Ring!

New patent wings that we may fly
At will across the spreading sky,
Far up above the mountains high,
Without a fear we'll bump our nose
Upon the peaks, or stub our toes
On jagged cliffs, or glacial heights —
A pastime glad for summer nights!

Cares all abolished! Woe a dearth!
And for a nation full of mirth,
UNITED STATES OF ALL THE EARTH !
And all the navies of the world
Beneath the Red Cross Flag unfurled,
Devoted to the Fresh Air Tots,
Whose hard-worked parents own no yachts!

A time that's glad, a time that's good —
A Universal Brotherhood,
When nobody's misunderstood!
A sort of general Christmas-tide,
With just Good Will on every side —
If these are things that are to be,
Bring on the years! They'll do for me!