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A Hundred Years More

Story ID:7126
Written by:Charles Dishno (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Dillon Montana USA
Year:2011
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In light of the way our beautiful country seems to be going down the tube, driven in part by the greed of our present administration, I remembered this poem my Great Grandfather, L.P. Venen wrote about 1876.

Grandpa was a brilliant professor at Vashon College in Washington. He was born in 1828 and taught Greek and Hebrew. He wrote many poems and my Grandmother, Etta, had them published in a book titled Kalthea, which means, in Greek, “Beautiful and True”.

This is one of the poems from that book and I thought how appropriate it seems now. Will we survive a Hundred Years More?

Sorry for being a little politial.
Chuck Dishno

A HUNDRED YEARS MORE
1776 – 1876
By L.P. Venen

Through the wonderful years of a century gone,
Our Jehovah hath led us triumphantly on;
Through the chastening turmoil of perilous strife,
That redeemed from its thralldom our national life.
From a dubious morning so low ‘ring and gray
To the brilliant high noon of a glorious day!
Then arouse, O ye Freemen, God’s mercy implore,
While we trust Him and Praise Him a hundred years more!

From a lone band of wanderers fleeing their chains
Sixty million of sovereigns now crowd our domains
And the sheen of our temples at holy behest,
Like the gleam of the day spans the east and the west.
Not content while from ocean to ocean they rise,
We have plotted a way for our hosts in the skies.
Then arouse, O ye Freemen, God’s mercy implore,
While we trust Him and Praise Him a hundred years more!

Long ago was it said amid scoffings and jeers,
That our ship would down ere ten decades of years;
That our name would be lose like the nations of old,
And one requiem sung as a tale that is told.
But the seers are no more and their prophesies vain,
We have weathered the storm and can do it again!
Then arouse, O ye Freemen, God’s mercy implore,
While we trust Him and Praise Him a hundred years more!

Whatsoever the rays from one beacon have shone,
Other watch fires of freedom have sprung from our own;
Like the stars in the firmament brightly they gleam,
While enhancing the honored original beam.
Very soon and we’ll set the whole world in a blaze
And its millions shall render us homage and praise.
Then arouse, O ye Freemen, God’s mercy implore,
While we trust Him and Praise Him a hundred years more!