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A PROPHECY.
Have you seen the balloon vieingWith the lofty clouds in flying?
Or the aeroplane's resistance
To the tyrannies of distance?
How those hardy, fearless rangers
Grope their paths through deadly dangers!
How their mother Earth oft maims them,
When, at times she rudely claims them!
Or, in bonds no power can sever,
Clasps them to her heart forever!
Low beneath the sad winds' sighing,
Scores of them are meekly lying—
They who sped through many a nation,
O'er applause and admiration.
But time comes, when thousands gaily
Those grand heights will traverse daily.
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