FOGY DAYS) AND NOW; 



OR, 



The World Has Changed, 



THE INNOVATIONS OF THE 19TH CENTURY. 



BY DAVE U. SLOAN, ATLANTA, GP:ORGIA. 



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The world moves on, it does progress, 

 Rests not, rushing on, on it goes, 



A\here or whitherward, it may be bounds 

 Is veiled, God Himself only knows. 



The rage now is, to let her roll. 



Roll on, rush on, regardless where; 



Let her roll, we'll cross the stream, 

 Though we know a maelstrom's near. 



To-day every man's for himself. 

 Hindmost left to the devil's care. 



The tickling game's the winning card, 

 Man must tickle to get his share. 



If all progress was but for good, 

 Both good and evil, run along. 



Side by side do their waters flow, 

 But evil seems the bigger prong. 



Sometimes we gaze into God's expanse. 

 Peer out into a thousand years, 



Then look back at the trifling past. 

 And smile at former^joys and fears. 



