Tomorrow's Children

Oh children of the dawning age,
Sweet children of tomorrow
Shall I rejoice because of you
Or wrap myself in sorrow?

Oh tender bud, oh fragile vine,
What is the future bringing?
Will she bring sorrow to your heart
Or gladness, mirth and singing?

And in her hand held out to you
As you run to her side,
Does she hold the hope we meant to leave
Or will it all have died?

Will you inherit happiness
And plenty in the land,
Clean air and parks and mountainsides
And beaches with white sand?

And what about integrity
And faith and love of God?
These things we took for granted
As we traveled on this sod.

Are they within your heart
To carry to that virgin place?
Or will we watch from other realms
With heads hung in disgrace?

Copyright Daphne Harrington 1998