And tin-tin-nabulation swells
To horror in those tramway bells.
The railway bell has bulk of tone,
The muffin—sweetness of its own;
But frenzy in this tinkling dwells—
Like Mr. Irving’s in “The Bells.”
Not thus ’twill be when steam has come,
For then this clangour will be dumb;
Whilst other force the car propels,
We’ll hear no more those tramway bells.