No wonder that the folks turn pale
And preachers talk of doom,
Since by each telegram and mail
Come words of awful gloom:
Explosions of N. glycerine;
Expulsion of the Pope;
Earthquakes along the Eastern line
And THE PACIFIC SLOPE.
Surely the world is upside down,
Its framework out of joint;
At coming change all things of town
And country seem to point:
The very sea some day may try
To climb the mountain side,
And hill-folks yet be staggered by
THE MOANING OF THE TIED.
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