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And the old pike road is left alone, 

 And the stagers seek the plow ; 



We have circled the earth with an iron rail, 

 And the steam-king rules us now." 



THE ELECTRIC. 



The warning bell is sounding ; 



The moving air I feel ; 

 The car goes by me bounding 



O'er throbbing rails of steel. 



My mind it doth bewilder, 



These wondrous things to scan. 

 Awed not by man, the builder, 



But God, who made the man. 



