OU, THE AVORLD HAS CHANGED. 91 



EARTH'S THREE EPOCH'S. 



The earth lay dormant, a dismal mass, 

 Its first epoch thus for ages lay, 



Ever whirling, turning, turning, 

 For how long, God alone can say. 



Next a wriggling of created worms, 

 Then chattering noises in the air, 



But in Eden sprang the master worm. 

 Then a wormess made the happy pair. 



But too soon they spun their first cocoon, 

 With silken threads, their funeral shroud. 



Which their fair forms was to entomb. 

 Heretofore had never seen a cloud. 



Human destiny ruined, one fell swoop. 

 Thwarted, blasted by a devil's trap. 



Banished hence from that garden's bliss. 

 Forever by this sad, sad mishap. 



Henceforth doomed to labor and to plod. 

 Earth's second epoch, a faithless race, 



Stupid fogies, seeking how to find, 

 How to dodge the law, sweat of thy face. 



And though cycles of time have they spent. 

 Have striven and toiled to attain, 



To save " elbow grease " have been intent, 

 Striven and toiled, and still in vain, • 



