Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 78: what you’re looking at

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PRESS SONG. 71 And a hot time it was, as all the world knows now. The fugitives came in sight of Cavite just in time to witness the finish of Dewey’s great battle. In comparison with the overwhelming interest and the glory of Dewey’s achievement upon that day, their adventure pales to insignificance. There- fore they can be dropped from further consideration with the mere statement that before the end of the day their boat was added to the list of Dewey’s cap- tures, and when the war has wrought all its results in the Philippines, there is little doubt that the affairs of the Isle of Night will be taken severely in hand by authorities who will not wink at Don Ignacio’s iniquitous systein. THE END. PRESS SONG. THEY whir and clash, through the nights and days, The magical looms of thought; - And 1n and out, through a thousand ways, The flashing threads are brought. Their swift purveyors part and meet, On rail and ship, on mart and street, With tireless brain, with hurrying feet, As the endless web is wrought. They may not pause when the sun is high, Nor rest when the light is low; For while men live, and act, and die, The word flies to and fro. It leaps the sea, it spans the plain; On throbbing wire and mighty chain, It runs like fire from main to main, That the world may see and know. While all men sleep, they whir and clash, The terrible looms of light ; On eyes that wake shall the message flash, From far beyond the night; And songs in the under world begun Shall touch our lips ere day is done; For space is nought, and the earth’s at one, Linked by the word’s swift flight. Man calls to man, and not in vain, The cry to his ear is brought; All love, and labor, and hope, and pain Into each soul is wrought. Work on, ye presses, at life’s behest, For light far spread, and for wrong redressed ; Till time is ended, ye may not rest, Ye marvelous looms of thought! Marion Couthouy Smith. GOGO CO