 | The select poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") |  |
XVI.
“Dear Sir—I travelled through your mine,And like it best above the ground;
I think your engine very fine—
I've analyzed the mineral found,
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That, at the final judgment-day,
The man who, on its sable heap,
Shall patiently take up his station,
May, past all doubt, his body keep
Safe from the general conflagration.
And yet it is not useless quite,
Although by no means anthracite,
'Twould serve some “fire-proof” maker's turn—
He couldn't get material colder—
There's one thing, it will surely burn,
Which is—the confident stockholder.”
| The select poems of Dr. Thomas Dunn English (exclusive of the "Battle lyrics") | |