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The New Century.
When in the dim, gray East shall rise
The morning of thy birth--
When thy first dawn steps from the skies
Upon the hill of earth--
Shall waiting nations breathless stand
Oppressed with haunting fears,
Of what thou holdest in thy hand,
Thou coming Hundred Years?
Or shall a glad world welcome thee
With laughter and a song--
Thou unborn child of Destiny
Whose reign shall be so long?
Who knows!--we only know that thou
Shalt enter like a king
Into thy courts--that we must bow,
What ever thou dost bring.
What matter, whether war or peace
Thy heralds shall proclaim--
The story of the centuries
Is evermore the same!
Thy children years shall tell abroad,
Through all thy mighty span,
Naught but the Fatherhood of God--
The Brotherhood of Man.
By Jennie Betts Hartwick, in the Independent.
Copied from the Rising Sun Recorder
Friday, January 4, 1901 edition
A prophesy made by a Cincinnati man.
Source: The Rising Sun Recorder
Jan. 4, 1901 edition
"Marsh, Cincinnati's weather prophet, predicts "a heap of weather" during the new year. He says that crimes, riots, earthquakes and terrestrial disturbance will abound in 1901. Wrecks will strew the Atlantic coast January 11, 13, 18 and 20. The Ohio and Tennessee rivers will have flood booms in February, a cold wave coming about the 15th. An earthquake will come about May 3 and a cyclone about July 12. A terrible drought will come in August and an early frost in September. Winter will set in about October 12, 1901."
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