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Suggested by the brilliant display at Toronto, September, 1884.
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.