| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1447. A Child of To-day |
| | | By James Buckham |
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| O CHILD, had I thy lease of time! such unimagined things | |
| Are waiting for that soul of thine to spread its untried wings! | |
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| Shalt thou not speak the stars, and go on journeys through the sky? | |
| And read the soul of man as clear as now we read the eye? | |
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| Who knows if science may not find some art to make thee new,— | 5 |
| To mend the garments of thy flesh when thou hast worn them through? | |
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| ’T is fearful, aye, and beautiful, thy future that may be. | |
| How strange!—perhaps death’s conqueror sits smiling on my knee! | |
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