Here Comes The Mail.

Here comes the Mail
Athrill with speed's delight,
Arace, aroar, arumble
Through the night,
The Engine purrs
Ahead the ribbons gleam;
A hundred wheels
Recite their magic theme!
A mighty song
They echo through the night
To fill the valleys
With its strange delight.
Years pass away
And still I rush the rail
When someone calls—“Grandad,
Here comes the Mail.”

J. J. Stroud.