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NEWARK'S MORNING SONG, by            
First Line: At morn she rises early, as a busy city should
Last Line: Who follow to the calling of her steam calliope!
Subject(s): Morning; Newark, New Jersey


At morn she rises early, as a busy city should
That spends the hours of daylight in the game of "Making Good."
Across the misty meadows she watches for the sun,
For worlds of work are waiting, and there's wonders to be done.
She takes a bit of breakfast, she dons her gingham frock,
Then sits before her keyboard, with her eyes upon the clock;
And when the hands point seven, then loud and joyfully
She plays her morning anthem on her steam calliope.

From Belleville down to Waverly, from Bloomfield to the Bay,
She fills the morn with music as her chimes and sirens play.
The piping trebles start the song, the tenors catch her air,
The altos add their mellow notes, the brassy bassos blare;
Their thousand voices blend at last in one great living chord
Of toil and usefulness and peace -- a sound to please the Lord!
Listen, O music lovers; was ever heard, think ye,
A nobler tune than Newark's on her steam calliope?

Now dawns a mighty era in the tale of her career,
Now golden comes the sunrise of a new and glorious year;
And, just as in the old days, her morning sirens call,
"Up! Rouse you up, my children! There is happiness for all!"
Yes, at this New Year's advent her whistles fill the morn
As sound of heralds' trumpets when a new world-king is born;
And the magic of her music shall set the thousands free
Who follow to the calling of her steam calliope!





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