Untitled article by Anon.

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Third-day, January 21, 1868

THE SONG OF STEAM.

By Anon.

HARNESS me down with your iron bands, Be sure of your curb and rein, For I scorn the power of your puny hands, As the tempest scorns a chain. How I laughed, as I lay concealed from sight, For many a countless hour, At the childish boast of human might, And the pride of human power.

When I saw an army upon the land, A navy upon the seas, Creeping along, a snail-like band, Or waiting the wayward breeze; When I marked the peasant faintly reel With the toil which he daily bore, As he feebly turned the tardy wheel, Or tugged at the weary oar;

When I measured the panting courser's speed, The flight of the carrier dove, As they bore the law a king decreed, Or the lines of impatient love;— I could not but think how the world would feel, As these were outstripped afar, When I should be bound to the rushing keel, Or chained to the flying car.

Ha! ha! ha! they found me at last, They invited me forth at length, And I rushed to my throne with a thunder blast, And laughed in my iron strength. Oh! then ye saw a wondrous change, On the earth and the ocean wide, Where now my fiery armies range, Nor wait for wind nor tide. —Anon.