The most we may,
In our own wee way!”
II
“Who are you? Whence came you? What place are you going to?”
“Oh, we have dwelt over-long in this land;
The people get cross, and are growing so knowing, too!
Nothing at all but they now understand;
We are daily vanishing under the thunder
Of some huge engine or iron wonder;
That iron, ah!—it has entered our souls!”