by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

A shadow
Language: English 
I said unto myself, if I were dead,
    What would befall these children?    What would be
    Their fate, who now are looking up to me
    For help and furtherance?    Their lives, I said,
Would be a volume wherein I have read
    But the first chapters, and no longer see
    To read the rest of their dear [history]1,
    So full of beauty and so full of dread.
Be comforted; the world is very old,
    And generations pass, as they have passed,
    A troop of shadows moving with the sun;
Thousands of times has the old tale been told;
    The world belongs to those who come the last,
    They will find hope and strength as we have done.

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1 Blom: "hist'ry"

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