In fancy’s eyes thou seemst to say, Follow me, come from earth away; Upward they spirit’s pinions try, To realms of love beyond the sky. Beautiful star, &c. Shine on! O star of love divine, And may our souls around thee twine, As thou movest from earth afar, Star of the twilight--beautiful star. Beautiful star, &c. The Age of Progress. 63 The age of giant progress, Americans all hail! The land, all interwoven With telegraph and rail; No sluggish chains shall bind us, No tardiness delay; The morning light is breaking (waking) O’er our destiny. The age of trained lightning, “Dispatching” human thought; What wondrous revolution The scheme of Morse hath wrought! No time, no space can hinder The quick, electric fire; Intelligence is flashing (dashing) O’er the magic wire. The age of grand conceptions, The “cable of the deep!” It “snapp’d,” but we will mend it, We have no time to weep. The great Pacific Railroad! ’Twill not be long before The railroad cars are flying (hieing) From the golden shore. The age of priceless knowledge, The scholar’s jubilee! The land all dotted over With institutions free. Our public schools! Oh, hail them! They offer treasures cheap: The boys and girls are scaling (hailing) Science’s rugged steep. Glad to Get Home. 64 Copied by permission of RUSSELL & TOLMAN, 291 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. Oh, how glad to get home, For far I’ve wander’d, Joyful, joyful I come, Dear home, to thee! Fond ones welcome me here, Loved ones are near me; Voices float on my ear, Sweet, sweet to me. CHORUS. Dear friends that are round me, haste with looks delighted, Days long vanish’d and gone, come to my heart. Dear home of my childhood, once again united, Never, never again from thee I’ll part. Father, in the warm grasp I feel thy welcome, Oh, from love’s tender clasp Ne’er let me fly; Mother, fondly again Thou dost enfold me; Tears I can not restrain Burst from mine eye. _Chorus._--Dear friends that are round me, &c.