To America in the Coming Time

Poemata 36

When I was younger I thought
Would there be any place at all
And with this suspicion I fought
That Future which we now call
The Present Day, for son
Or daughter, then still small--
Time or place for anyone?

Would there home or profession be
Worthy of them that I hope
They would become? - I see
That so many on downward slope
Become but a counted head
Mouth open, who must but cope
Live by hand outspread;

But now is a different time.
And those overboard must swim
For such it is not a crime
To do what is well for him;
The tide is rising, I see
No question I have for them--
But will there be room for me?