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C J Dennis - One Hundred YearsC J Dennis - One Hundred Years
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Now, Batman, Prophet Batman, a hundred years ago,   He looked upon this land and found it good. “’Tis the place to build a village,” bold Batman said, and so   They straight began or so I’ve understood To fling rude huts together by the swamp and by the stream, To make beginning here and then for Batman’s daring dream. But Batman, Prophet Batman, was quite a modest cove;   His vision sought no far and fabled goals. A village he could picture here; but no vast treasure trove   A mighty city of a million souls A miracle arising by the swamp and by the stream In the hundred years that followed on one pioneering dream. Now I, far lesser prophet, stand here to view the scene   Tall spire, proud dome athwart a sunny sky, This far-flung city basking by many a garden green   Yet hopelessly I fail to prophesy. While earth holds threat and promise both, and high hope walks with dread, Then who may claim the vision of one hundred years ahead? Shall yet a greater miracle arise beside the stream,   When wiser plans of wiser men prevail Some shining City of Content beyond man’s boldest bream?   Or must a world’s mad frenzy end the tale, And, in a hundred years from now, another village rise To shield indomitable man ‘neath ruin-fretted skies?
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