Garden Cities of To-morrow

"New occasions teach new duties;Time makes ancient good uncouth;They must upward still, and onward,Who would keep abreast of Truth.Lo, before us, gleam her camp-fires!We ourselves must Pilgrims be,Launch our 'Mayflower,' and steer boldlyThrough the desperate winter sea,Nor attempt the Future's portalWith the Past's blood-rusted key."