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ON THE NIGHT EXPRESS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE

First Line: CLICK-CLACK, CLICK-CLACK, SHOUTS THE TRAMPLED TRACK
Last Line: BUT THE CITIES THEIR SCENERY.
Subject(s): CITY & TOWN LIFE; RAILROADS; RAILWAYS; TRAINS;

CLICK-CLACK, click-clack, shouts the trampled track
To the warm wheel's creak and cry,
We skim on the strand of fairy-land
As the twinkling towns go by;
From these soft seats the star-eyed streets
Of the cities shrink and flee,
The night-trod trails are the shining rails
And the cities their scenery.

With crash and roar down the shrouded shore
The steel-stung noises fall,
While the tearing train through a moonless plain,
Like an arrow cuts the pall;
Then straining sight at the flying night
Only the glooms we see,
The night-trod trails are the shining rails
But the cities their scenery.



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