They hammer’d, wove, and spun;
There was nought too great, too mean, or small,
The giant Steam had power for all;—
His task was never done.
IV.
Old King Coal was a merry old soul:
Quoth he, “We travel slow;
I should like to roam the wide world round,
As fast as the wild winds blow.”
And he call’d for his skilful engineers;