The Unborn.
R
Robert Crawford
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Ah God! for those who are coming,
The millions who yet must be!
Thine Earth like a hive has been humming
So long with anxiety:
Such a deal of confusion and trouble,
Thousands so poor and unfed ....
They are coming to starve on the stubble
Where hosts of the ages are dead!
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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