Robert Crawford - The Unborn.

Ah God! for those who are coming, <br />The millions who yet must be! <br />Thine Earth like a hive has been humming <br />So long with anxiety: <br />Such a deal of confusion and trouble, <br />Thousands so poor and unfed .... <br />They are coming to starve on the stubble <br />Where hosts of the ages are dead!<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unborn-3/