This is no age for mystery, + 

But full of eventful history; + 

Not a time for stupid dreaming, + 

When the lightning it is gleaming. + 

A brighter light doth now surpass, + 

And throws in shade once favored gas; + 

Now it is not an idle dream, + 

Predicting greater power than steam. + 

But perhaps it is not wise + 

For us to philosophise, + 

As we might get in water deep, + 

Or find a hill for us too steep. + 

Some think it is almost a crime + 

To write a simple kind of rhyme + 

That every one can understand; + 

They love a style is lofty, grand. + 

Which no one can comprehend; + 

Without beginning or an end, + 

And if it only is obscure, + 

To them it is a proof full sure. + 

The authors have a mighty mind, + 

And to philosophy inclined; + 

They adore the metaphysical, + 

And humble thoughts do them appal. + 

But though our style it may seem rude, + 

We love for to be understood; + 

And though we have no skill nor art, + 

We hope to reach some honest heart. + 

Our old style walk will soon he gone, + 

In place of wood wo will have stone; + 

And water works from lofty tower + 

Blessings on the town will shower. + 