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With what intent a railroad could be made
To such a spot, where neither lawn, nor glade,
Nor aught inviting to the expectant eye,
Relieves the dullness of a frowning sky.
To such a spot, where neither lawn, nor glade,
Nor aught inviting to the expectant eye,
Relieves the dullness of a frowning sky.
The bubble's burst! the dupe returns in haste,
Makes a small entry on his dusty waste,
Ere yet the rumbling of the mail has ceased,
"Profit and loss to cities lying east;"
And he who revelled on uncounted means,
Will sell his township for a mess of greens.
Makes a small entry on his dusty waste,
Ere yet the rumbling of the mail has ceased,
"Profit and loss to cities lying east;"
And he who revelled on uncounted means,
Will sell his township for a mess of greens.
And is this all of life? I hear you ask;
Are there no flowers to deck our weary task?
Glows not the merchant's brow with more than these,
The hope of gain and wealth beyond the seas?
Cling not around his heart some happier ties,
Fraught with bright fancies, linked with warmer skies?
A slave to gold, must man in bondage toil,
And sweat for ever o'er the accursed soil?
Are there no flowers to deck our weary task?
Glows not the merchant's brow with more than these,
The hope of gain and wealth beyond the seas?
Cling not around his heart some happier ties,
Fraught with bright fancies, linked with warmer skies?
A slave to gold, must man in bondage toil,
And sweat for ever o'er the accursed soil?
