In panoramic length unrolled

We saw the marvels that it told.

Before us passed the painted Creeks,

And daft McGregor on his raids

In Costa Rica’s everglades.

And up Taygetos winding slow

Rode Ypsilanti’s Mainote Greeks,

A Turk’s head at each saddle-bow!

Welcome to us its week-old news,

Its corner for the rustic Muse,

Its monthly gauge of snow and rain,

Its record, mingling in a breath

The wedding knell and dirge of death;

Jest, anecdote, and love-lorn tale;

The latest culprit sent to jail;