\'>, • * * #C^v •* • I • • , >. ; .'. ;»• ;»' -• * » • > t . . • . . _ JsSy otCONGKESsl Two Copies Received MAY 20 1904 Copyright Entry y'A.ou^^O'l^ O t CLASS^ OoXXo. No. c6py b ^ • • » » trbe Mbfte Cit^. Behold the White City That beckons far and near, That gathers from the universe, A million gifts appear. Her massive walls protruding. Her rising pinnacles, Her shining roofs alluding. Her columns there descend. Behold her in her splendor. Whose very name displays Great progress of the ages, Her avenues and ways ; Her march upon yon centuries Forever dead and past To-day shall shine victorious — The modern and the fast. Her court-like domes and buildings, Her palatial facades Surrounding views of Orient, Her winding balustrades ; Her hills and vales ascending, Her million lights aglow. Her precious Niagara O^er rocks of mineral flow. -.3 — Beyond her varied industries Gleam countries of the world, Who stand beside America With banners all unfurl' d, Of every tongue and color, Bedeck the great Midway A mark — a representative — In the progress of to-day. Her thousand wheels revolving. Her batteries resound Like some dark ocean liner Through deadly waves rebound Or groan upon the surf Of the ever-sinking brine, When this great spectacular opens In this gJorious modern time. When Stars and Stripes shall fiutter Beside the Orient, And songs shall rise together Of every dialect, Where the greatest of Expositions Upon a strip of land, Bespeak a rural byway Transplanted by man. Surrounding dells and gardens, The fair Jerusalem ; No more the winter hardens The dancing waterfalls, The brilliant flow electrical Shall capture every eye That views the panorama — They dare not pass her by. Although our foreign brother May not just prove us well, His space will not be missing Upon the flowery dell, For Japan shall spell ilumi Upon this glorious site, And the rockets of to-morrow May be canceled in the night. And o'er the great White City A thousand flags unfurPd May echo peace and safety To great countries of the world, Who hath gained upon the ages In velocity of speed. In great electrical forces— The greatest of man's need. To send a thousand messengers Across the ocean deep. From foreign shores responding The nations hear and speak. - 5 Mortb of tbe £xpositiort. Though it has cost her many millions To have the great World's Fair, A million hearts will gladden And a million eyes will stare. To view the rare exhibits From nations far and wide Will be a living benefit Upon every human side. Where energy has spared no seconds In the race for rapid skill, In the face of bold activity Flow in and out at will. Where science has proved ethereal, Inventions paramount, Great strides in education Too numerous to count. In unity they have struggled With a never-ceasing tire. With sheerness of sight and strategy. To master heat and light. Religion in the days of Genesis, The primitive and the new. The same God stirs the universe, The Christian and the Jew. — 6 — Alike He calls to nations From the uttermost parts of earth, Reveals through man His being From the cradle of His birth. So He stands to-day as Master, In the likeness of His God, A prince, a bard, a ruler, In His hands He holds the rod. And now this anniversary Which the world hath called to serve ; May it excite man's animation In the strength of God to serve. Where living founts now opened From every field and stage. From the crudest to the fittest, In this wide, progressive age. XLbc IFlew St Xoufs. There'll be a new St. Louis In this city of the West, The seat of the great metropolis, Where all classes will be blest. While the clamor and the tumult. With her endless wheels afloat, Shall awaken every fibre Of the palatial court. There'll be some faint resemblance Of the old one come and gone, The mud will be some harder And the winds will sometimes mourn, However they will frolic With the bonnets as they sail, The mothers-in-law will jabber For the pouring down of hail. And the men will say, "" 'Tis nothing To compare with Buffalo;" The old maid will regret it That she didn't catch a beau. And the stately troop of old maids Will be prominent in the game, Who make out boys are worthless, But they like them all the same. And when the Fair is over. What a solemn, solemn grave — The parks will all be empty With a discontented wave. And the people will be wishing For another glorious Fair, But not to show St. Louis, For she's had enough to share. So it is the great forthcoming — Not the glory of the real' — That unites our imagination With the ever-turning wheel. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS I 015 799 875 4 * W0RLDSrAIRSTL0JISI9(M