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UR railroad train has sped along, in miles or days as we may say The whole year through, without a hitch, and now has come the final day When all accounts must promptly close, as Nineteen-fifteen sees its last And every day, three-sixty-five, from this is reckoned with the past. Each day has brought its loaded trains, with business of a varied kind Some had the fruits of sweet content, choice cargo for a busy mind; While each consignment reached the hands, designed, expressed as they appear; Still little " slides " along the way, delayed a bit, may skies be clear? The locomotive, up-to-date in every sense, a power for good To whirl along the rails of time; exactly as designed it should ; The "grade" was varied as it seems, some ups and downs along the way But with the road-bed nicely paved, the time was good the whole year-day; The palace cars and drawing-rooms were sought by men who dealt in stocks Who picked the golden kernels up, and gave the second-class the shocks; Upholstered in a high degree, the smooth and salvy "sperms " appear; The whales that " scoop " a school of fish and light their wick for coming year. Stockholders in this system great if rich enough may have a pass, But mind the notice to the poor--the signs are up, keep off the grass; Therefore without a " grip " on gold; however pure your life may be; How full of merit oft it seems, from earth are crowded in the sea. But now it seems the leveling time has come along, when all shall know The plots the brain and heart unite in bringing forth the grain we sow, And thus the year is giving way; the chains of gold are snapped in twain That bound the kingdoms of the earth, to sink, to never rise again. |