. Interruttore luci . ack, amo il suo battistrada fragoroso, e tenere il mio orecchio giù per la traccia fino a quando tutti i suoi suoni sono dead.i amore per guardare il suo lampeggiamento vicino. Con i fari tutti labili; mi piace sentire la sua voce gridare, mentre si avvolge nei suoi modi. Un medico non sarò mai; 1 non studierò la legge, né io scappare via al mare. Come, quando un ragazzo, ha fatto Pa;non sarò un macellaio-uomo. Né preparerò la birra maliziosa, ma sarò tutto grasso e abbronzato, UN coraggioso giovane ingegnere. INTERRUTTORE-LUCI. tn^c UXipcv. Sporca, grassa, nera e grimosa, questa è la parte esterna di lui, come in overclothes si leva in piedi, strofinando con mani oleose, questo grande rubato

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. Switch lights . ack, I love her thundering tread, And hold my ear down to the track Till all her sounds are dead.I love to watch her flashing by. With headlight all ablaze;I love to hear her voice outcry, While winding in her ways. A doctor I will never be; 1 will not study law;Nor will I run away to sea. As, when a boy, did Pa;I will not be a butcher-man. Nor brew the nasty beer;But I will be all grease and tan, A brave young engineer. SWITCH-LIGHTS. tn^c UXipcv. Dirty, greasy, black and grim, —This is the outside of him, As in overclothes he stands, Wiping down with oily hands, This great steed that won the race, And here takes her accustomed place. Hope now strong within him burns.And he well his lesson learns, Even if the time drags slow.Till across the land hell goAs the engineers proud mate.Though it only be ^^on freight. Happy, jovial, blithe and gay.Wipes this lad, by night or day;Whistles loud, or sings a song;Yet ambitions pulse is strong.And at last this greasy boyIs rewarded, —then, what joy!. 64 SWITCH-LIGHTS. My Boyhood Oreams, 0 those glad days neatli summers sun, In shaded glen down by the run. Where sang the birds and hummed the bees, Where softest zephyrs kissed the trees, And flowers peeped up to the sky, As fleecy clouds went sailing by, — Where flowed the murmuring, babbling streams, As I in boyhood dreamed my dreams. My dreams were such as bur a boyCan dream, and dream, and just enjoy; 1 dreamed of th wide, wide w^orld, so gay, —That I as a man, and done with play, Could travel far over land and sea; I dreamed of the future that was to be, Then closed my eyes to the bright sunbeamsTo dream again these boyhood dreams. O where are those days 1 loved so welK—The singing brook, —the shady dell, —And dreams that came so oft to me?Theyre gone, a part of lifes past to be;And now I dream of those days of joy, And not of the future, as when a boy;My manhoods care oft lightened seemsBy memories of my boyhood dreams. SWITCH-LIGHTS. 65 C-wo (nandercrs. Two

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