<h2><SPAN name="WHEN_A_HUNDRED_YEARS_HAVE_PASSED" id="WHEN_A_HUNDRED_YEARS_HAVE_PASSED"></SPAN>WHEN A HUNDRED YEARS HAVE PASSED</h2>
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<span class="i0">When a hundred years have passed,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">What shall then be left at last<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of us and the deeds we wrought?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Shall there be remaining aught<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Save green graves in churchyards old,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Names o’ergrown with moss and mold,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">From the worn stones half effaced,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And from human hearts erased?<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">When a hundred years have fled,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Will it matter how we sped<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In the conflicts of to-day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Which side took we in the fray,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">If we dared or if we quailed,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">If we nobly won or failed?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">It will matter! If, too weak<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For the right to strike or speak,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">We in virtue’s cause are dumb,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Some soul in far years to come<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Shall have darker strife with vice,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Weakened by our cowardice.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Every struggle that we make,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Every valiant stand we take<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In a righteous cause forlorn,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Shall give strength to hearts unborn.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_47" id="page_47">{47}</SPAN></span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">When a hundred years have gone,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Darkness and oblivion<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Shall our ended lives obscure,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But their influence shall endure.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Other eyes shall be upraised<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To the hills on which we gazed,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the paths o’er which we plod<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Shall by other feet be trod,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While our names shall be forgot;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Yet, although they know it not,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Those who live then, none the less,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">We shall sadden or shall bless.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They shall bear our boon or curse,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They shall better be or worse,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">As we who shall then lie still,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Have lived nobly or lived ill.<br/></span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_48" id="page_48">{48}</SPAN></span></div>
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