O BROTHERHOOD of Engineers, O Brotherhood of Train- and Firemen, Gaze on the suppliant salty tears Wept by this lowliest of the lyremen. O mighty railroad presidents, Debating how to help the nation By saving corporate expense— Harken to mine interrogation: What is there in the common law, The statutes of exchange and barter, From Portland to Communipaw, What is there in the railroads' charter— What is there—something, I am sure; What is there—this my query weighty— That makes you keep the temperature Of so-called sleeping cars at 8o? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 24 by PHILIP SIDNEY A DAY OF DAYS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS HOME'S A NEST by WILLIAM BARNES STANZAS ON FINDING THE KEY OF AN OLD PIANO by E. JUSTINE BAYARD |