Guarding for their ancient faith the dear, unchanging land!
Winds and waves and leaping flames all have served our race.
Flint and bronze and steel had each their little day of grace.
But the lightning fleets to-day along our singing wires,
And the harnessed floods to-day are fuel for our fires.
Armored through the clouds we glide on swift electric wings.
Through the trenches of the hills a joyous giant sings.
Light and Flame and Power and Steel are welded into one
To serve the task set long ago,—when roads were first begun!
THE END