Explore "Reflections after Reading "the Coming Race" and "Looking Backward"" by James McIntyre on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
When the great Bulwer's pen did trace / The history of the coming race, / His hero to us hath unfurled / The glories of his new-found world.
This bold traveller he 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 wars, / Continuous engaged in jars, / Till they discovered great Vril power, / Then wars did cease from the 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 ar now despised, / Unfit for nations civilized;
And peaceful glories they do sing, / And are not slaves to warlike king.
Bellamy describes a poor rose, / Where in cold swamp it feebly grows;
Transplanted to the heat and light, / Bush blossoms are a charming sight.