THE POST-BOY'S DREAM. 45 



A waggon of goods, where the horses are straining 

 Hard, all at their work, which is stiff it would seem ; 



A fast-swinging coach, where the horses are gaining 

 On all — "Stand aside ! It's the galloping team.' 



And all through the valley he sees them, and floating 

 The notes of the horn come along the clear air ; 



Each one of them silvery, bright, and denoting 

 A life of excitement, a progress so fair. 



And still the old spirit that stirred him is rising ; 



The notes of the horn sound out mellow and clear ; 

 The music of life is still bright and surprising, 



And everything bids him good luck and good cheer. 



But hark ! What is that? Not the coach and the horses 

 That flies by the window. What ! must he confess ? 



A railway ! Good God ! Yet his vision endorses 

 The fact — it's a vulgar and noisy express. 



