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ON THE NIGHT EXPRESS, by            
First Line: Click-clack, click-clack, shouts the trampled track
Last Line: But the cities their scenery.
Subject(s): City & Town Life; Railroads; Railways; Trains


CLICK-CLACK, click-clack, shouts the trampled track
To the warm wheel's creak and cry,
We skim on the strand of fairy-land
As the twinkling towns go by;
From these soft seats the star-eyed streets
Of the cities shrink and flee,
The night-trod trails are the shining rails
And the cities their scenery.

With crash and roar down the shrouded shore
The steel-stung noises fall,
While the tearing train through a moonless plain,
Like an arrow cuts the pall;
Then straining sight at the flying night
Only the glooms we see,
The night-trod trails are the shining rails
But the cities their scenery.





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