of tfte jf oresit. 



Keen is the axe, the rushing fire streams bright, 

 Clear, beautiful and fierce it speeds for man. 



The Master, set to change and stern to smile, 

 Bronzed pioneer of nations. Ay, but scan 



The ruined beauty wasted in a night, 

 The blackened wonder Cod alone could plan, 



And build not twice ! A bitter price to pay 



Is this for progress beauty swept away. 



W. P. Reeves. 



