The Division Superintendent + 

Baffled he stands upon the track⁠— + 

The automatic switches clack. + 

Where’er he turns his solemn eyes + 

The interlocking signals rise. + 

The trains, before his visage pale, + 

Glide smoothly by, nor leave the rail. + 

No splinter-spitted victim he + 

Hears uttering the note high C. + 

In sorrow deep he hangs his head, + 

A-weary⁠—would that he were dead. + 

Now suddenly his spirits rise⁠— + 

A great thought kindles in his eyes. + 

Hope, like a headlight’s vivid glare, + 

Splendors the path of his despair. + 

His genius shines, the clouds roll back⁠— + 

“I’ll place obstructions on the track!” + 