WE hear her silver voice, and mutter, "That damsel surely is a peach! She helps us earn our bread and butter, and brings all things within our reach. Intelligent and prompt, she labors, we hear her voice by night and day, she makes us seem like next door neighbors to folks a thousand miles away. She is the modern maid of magic, the priestess of a mystic fire, and tidings glad, and tidings tragic, she sends us daily, o'er her wire. If she dropped out, the world, confounded, would stagger back and groan and yelp, and Trade, by all its loot surrounded, would raise a frenzied cry for help. If she no longer drew her wages, confusion would supremely reign, and back into the pitch dark ages we'd swear we had been dumped again. She's boosting science, art and learning, she is the prop of modern trade, she keeps the old world's wheels a-turning, so we should bless the hello maid!" |