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THE ÆRONAUT'S ADDRESS.
Good-bye to you, people of earth,
I am soaring to regions above you;
But much that I know of your worth,
Will ever induce me to love you.
Perhaps I may touch at the moon,
To give your respects as I pass, sirs,
And learn if the spheres are in tune,
Or if they are lighted with gas, sirs.
I am soaring to regions above you;
But much that I know of your worth,
Will ever induce me to love you.
Perhaps I may touch at the moon,
To give your respects as I pass, sirs,
And learn if the spheres are in tune,
Or if they are lighted with gas, sirs.
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I will measure those mystical things
That encircle the spherule of Saturn,
With Jupiter's belts and his rings,
And draw out a chart for a pattern.
Then take my departure for Mars,
Perhaps I'll look down upon Venus;
Then mount to the galaxy stars,
And leave all the planets between us.
That encircle the spherule of Saturn,
With Jupiter's belts and his rings,
And draw out a chart for a pattern.
Then take my departure for Mars,
Perhaps I'll look down upon Venus;
Then mount to the galaxy stars,
And leave all the planets between us.
The light, milky-way I will trace,
Then, while I am travelling from it,
Through unexplored regions of space,
I'll seize on the tail of a comet.
The zodiac circle I'll run,
Examine the twelve constellations,
Then count all the spots on the sun,
And extinguish the north corruscations.
Then, while I am travelling from it,
Through unexplored regions of space,
I'll seize on the tail of a comet.
The zodiac circle I'll run,
Examine the twelve constellations,
Then count all the spots on the sun,
And extinguish the north corruscations.
I then shall descend to the earth,
And visit the chief of the Tartars,
Ascertain what his turban is worth,
And the cost of his favorite's garters.
At China, I think I'll take tea,
At India some fruit I'll regale on,
And then over mountain and sea,
To Africa fearlessly sail on.
And visit the chief of the Tartars,
Ascertain what his turban is worth,
And the cost of his favorite's garters.
At China, I think I'll take tea,
At India some fruit I'll regale on,
And then over mountain and sea,
To Africa fearlessly sail on.
I'll visit the French at Algiers,
Where the lily now flourishes solus,
And wipe away Portugal's tears,
By giving Don Miguel a bolus.
While Ferdinand vainly bewails
The loss of his Mexican mines, sirs,
I will call upon Charles at Versailles,
To taste of his venison and wines, sirs.
Where the lily now flourishes solus,
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By giving Don Miguel a bolus.
While Ferdinand vainly bewails
The loss of his Mexican mines, sirs,
I will call upon Charles at Versailles,
To taste of his venison and wines, sirs.
With William the Fourth I will waste
No language of sycophant flattery,
But cross the Atlantic in haste,
And safely return to the battery.
Then, huzza! for the sons of the West,
The country of freedom and honor,
A home for the brave and opprest,
May blessings be lavished upon her.
No language of sycophant flattery,
But cross the Atlantic in haste,
And safely return to the battery.
Then, huzza! for the sons of the West,
The country of freedom and honor,
A home for the brave and opprest,
May blessings be lavished upon her.
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