The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1877-08-30
POETRY
THE OLD AND THE NEW.

THE OLD AND THE NEW.
The world stood still for thousand years
And crept for a thousand more,
This wonderful world with wings tor ears,
Like the Messenger god OF yore-
And winged feet and winged wand,
And wing on its either hand,
And more than Mercury wore.
It brides and rides furnaces foa}
With iron and hammer tor sire, :,
Great clouds of wiite from their nostrils roll,
And it feeds its horses fire.
They are blooded stock, the engines swift,
Beneath their heels the distances DRIFT
Like SHOWS from the Attic Pole.
They rattle across meridian lines
And down the parallels play,
They marry together the palms ana pines,
A thousand miles in a day
The world has trained wonderful wire,
The nerve Ola route for articulate tire,
And taught the lightning to say:
sDear Mary. be Carload OF Swine
s.One ton of cheesc''--sM Maria dead''--
"Joy, It's b0y,'--''I'm coming to dine
"Send soap''--..She's married to Fred
The bulnblest OF words like angels fly
A thousand miles in the flash OF an eye,
You hear before they are said.
What happened at ten you know at nine,
And YOU away in the West,
They distance along the lightning lime
The sun in his golden vest
They talk to-day III audible tone,
The telegraph turns the telephone
And parted lovers are blest.
Think of a girl in lonely hour,
No beau III forty miles,
She sits by the tube of talking power,
She thinks minute and smiles,
''Ill call my John, you fancy her to say.
''He lives but hundred miles away,
And Danish the weary whlles.
Behold them at the end ofthe line,
This John and his black eyed boon,
His head and hers tothe wire incline
And she sings him 'Bonny Doom
He signs for the only thing amlss,.
He has voice but then he can't-k!ss
He might as well be III the moon.
For emptler than an East winds laugh
Is Il lovers kiss by telegraph!
The old world rocked the harvcsts to sleep
And Graded the drowsy wheat,
The scythes that went with rasping sweep
As they moved their narrow street.
And the new moon knife they used to reap
Sickle and cradle and sytne and all
Are hid in the garnet rattered hall
With cradle Ior twins when they dared re-
peat
HID with the DoInctc vi liol IL HdiC
And the distatYs head OF tow,
The old foot stove and the rush wrought
char,
And bell-crowned hats OF the ancient wear,
The warming pan and the little Wheel
The dusty ghost OF clock tick reel
And the trundle bed 50 low.
It hid by day beneath the family bed,
chicken under hen
love the wrecks OF the days long dead,
The times OF the home-spun men;
love to think OF the hearthstone fire
That opened its heart like d large desire,
And room at TABLETOP ten
The swift world reaps with tireess thing
And mows with a hundred knives,
OF the golden year legitimate king,
And the strength OF a hundred lives
They rout the W heat and they wreck the grass
Like W hiriwinds come, like whlrlWlnds pass
They hurl the grain like creatures OF wratl
And hustle the narvests out OF their path,
slash d toss and a fling
Torrents OF grain and tcmpests of chat.
The threSner comes III its might,
Craunches the straw with CRATE OF a laugh
Clouds like the thick OF light
A thousand man power, ii takes its rank
With presses that smite the world in flank,
With type-shod thoughts III splendid line
That march abreast with music divine
For day that never comes night
A century after Christ was born,
The brooks ran idle as the wind,
And women ground creations corn
For the molarS OF mankind:
Five thousand years no W heel for mill
Fer foamed iume or rutfied a rill
But women ground and they pined
Till lordly men had all dined
This worlddcclared for a cycle or two
The best OF things were the old,
Did as its grandiathers usedto do
About as Adam was told!
And thought those sewing machines the best
And SO would We're to be pressed,
In clouded hose and calico dressed
And hearts lar richer than gold.
Sohusbands wore out 4 couple of lives
That stitched their shrouds as they wrougl
Ordered slab for each OF their wives
And two willows to weep they bought.
And wondered W hat providence" meant
That seamstresseS sad grew weary and WEI
And set their comfort at nought.
They threshed few oats with fail
To club grief out OF their heart,
Pulled down the sweep to get at the pail,
Its hoops all ready to start
Tugged at a ton for the sake OF a pound,
Wished for awel on top of the ground,
And locked the barn with rail.