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THE HONK OF THE RAILLESS CAR.
Away! away! in the morning's gray,
At the cockcrow's earliest din:
For many a mile we must make the while,
Ere ever the night rolls in.
No wonder we pray that the sun's best ray
Will follow the morning star:
For far and near must the echoes hear
The honk of the railless car!
At the cockcrow's earliest din:
For many a mile we must make the while,
Ere ever the night rolls in.
No wonder we pray that the sun's best ray
Will follow the morning star:
For far and near must the echoes hear
The honk of the railless car!
Up hill and down through country and town,
Our roadbed ready we see:
Wherever we choose to frolic or muse,
A “station” for us shall be.
No frowns upon earth our honest mirth
Can ever dispel or bar:
We mingle with smiles and generous wiles,
The honk of the railless car.
Our roadbed ready we see:
Wherever we choose to frolic or muse,
A “station” for us shall be.
No frowns upon earth our honest mirth
Can ever dispel or bar:
We mingle with smiles and generous wiles,
The honk of the railless car.
Past the farmhouse old, and tales oft told
Of mingling of death and life—
Through villages quaint where sinner and saint
Are dwelling in peaceful strife,
Along the lake with mirrors that make
Our pictures that ripples mar,
We hurry along with jesting and song,
And the honk of the railless car.
Of mingling of death and life—
Through villages quaint where sinner and saint
Are dwelling in peaceful strife,
Along the lake with mirrors that make
Our pictures that ripples mar,
We hurry along with jesting and song,
And the honk of the railless car.
And little we need in our headlong speed,
A welcome to ask or seek,
Save maybe some showers of children's flowers,
For the candies we brought last week;
E'en horses have learned to be unconcerned,
And eyes are no more ajar
With drivers' rage we can not assuage,
At the honk of the railless car.
A welcome to ask or seek,
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For the candies we brought last week;
E'en horses have learned to be unconcerned,
And eyes are no more ajar
With drivers' rage we can not assuage,
At the honk of the railless car.
Away, away, in the dawn of day,
In the forenoon smiling fair!
Let us be in tune with the strength of noon,
And the evening's soft sweet air.
Let us study the rights through days and nights,
Of those who our brothers are:
Till all the earth will welcome its worth,
And honk with the railless car!
In the forenoon smiling fair!
Let us be in tune with the strength of noon,
And the evening's soft sweet air.
Let us study the rights through days and nights,
Of those who our brothers are:
Till all the earth will welcome its worth,
And honk with the railless car!
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