The Boom

Don’t you hear it, don’t you feel it,

Doesn’t everything reveal it,

Don’t you see the country’s lighted from a deep politic gloom?

O, but listen to the clamor,

To the anvil and the hammer,

O, listen to the music of the boom, boom, boom!

Don’t you read it, don’t you know it,

Doesn’t every chimney show it

Don’t you see the hard-times monster stiff and cold down in his tomb?

Hear the sweet, resounding iron,

How it all must sound to Bryan,

As he listens to the music of the boom, boom, boom.

Aug. 7, 1897

Pub. in Camb. Press

 Aug. 21, ‘97

Bryan – William Jennings Bryan