Hope for Ingersoll by James McIntyre — Read

Of Ingersoll we're justly proud, / Though o'er it hath hung a cloud;

It was heavy, dark, profound, / Weighing o'er ten thousand pound.

But now the clouds do disappear, / And the sun is shining clear --

Now, with pleasure, we do behold, / Our railroad bonds are good as gold.

The people now need not despair, / But thank our Council and our Mayor.