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THE RAILWAY TRAIN.<br/>
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I like to see it lap the miles,<br/>
And lick the valleys up,<br/>
And stop to feed itself at tanks;<br/>
And then, prodigious, step<br/>
<br/>
Around a pile of mountains,<br/>
And, supercilious, peer<br/>
In shanties by the sides of roads;<br/>
And then a quarry pare<br/>
<br/>
To fit its sides, and crawl between,<br/>
Complaining all the while<br/>
In horrid, hooting stanza;<br/>
Then chase itself down hill<br/>
<br/>
And neigh like Boanerges;<br/>
Then, punctual as a star,<br/>
Stop — docile and omnipotent —<br/>
At its own stable door.<br/>
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