A day of gladness yet will dawn, <br />Though when I cannot say; <br />Perhaps it may be Thursday week, <br />Perhaps some other day,— <br /> <br />When man, freed from the bond of clothes, <br />And needing no more food, <br />Shall never pull his neighbour's nose, <br />But be extremely good. <br /> <br />When Love and Nobleness shall live <br />Next door to Truth and Right, <br />While Reverence shall rent a room, <br />Upon the second flight. <br /> <br />And wishes shall be horses then, <br />And beggars shall be kings; <br />And all the people shall admire <br />This pleasant state of things. <br /> <br />But if it seems a mystery, <br />And you're inclined to doubt it, <br />Just ask your local poet. He <br />Will tell you all about it.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pleasant-prophecies/
