Chapter_154

2 0 00

When the great Bulwer’s pen did trace

The history of the coming race

His hero to us he hath unfurled

The glories of his new found world.

This bold traveller be did venture

Far below our world’s centre;

He entered through an ancient mine

And to us doth new world define.

Once all was discord and fierce jars,

Continuous engaged in wars

Till they discovered great vrill power,

Then wars did cease from that same hour.

Mighty bolts from it were hurled;

Would soon have laid waste the world;

So for world’s preservation

At once they stopped desolation.

All wars by them are now despised

Unfit for nation civilized;

Their peaceful glories they do sing

And fly on artificial wing.

Great blazing artificial light

It ever burns both day and night,

For they have neither sun nor moon,

But radiant, always ’tis high noon.

When we beheld the glorious sight,

High in the air did shine so bright;

It seemed that it could banish night,

Great refulgent electric light.

But after all, ’tis children’s play,

Compared with the great orb of day,

Or when the moon it doth shine bright,

And stars do beautify the night.