I am monarch of all the forges,
I have solved the riddle of fire,
The Amen of Nature to need of Man,
Echoes at my desire;
I search with the subtle soul of flame,
The heart of the rocky earth,
And out from my anvils the prophecies
Of the miracle years blaze forth.
I am swart with the soot of my chimneys,
I drip with the sweats of toil,
I quell and scepter the savage wastes
And charm the curse from the soil;
I fling the bridges across the gulfs,
That hold us from the To Be,
And build the roads for the bannered march
Of crowned Humanity.
Published in the National Labor Tribune,
Saturday, February 23, 1878.
Chautauqua Photographic Co.
PITTSBURGH.
THE POINT, AS SEEN FROM THE HEIGHTS OF THE SOUTH SIDE.
THE PITTSBURGH ARCH SESQUI-CENTENNIAL WEEK.