Of the beauties within and glories without,
That ever encircle far-famed Lookout.
From city to summit the walk was far,
But gliding along in the trolley car,
Forsaking the valley and climbing the side,
The city was distanced in a two-fold stride;
Its smoke rolled beneath, its din died away,
With toilers’ tramp at the closing day.
Part of Chattanooga and Lookout Mountain.