The world-crowd swept, with ceaseless turmoil seething;
It seemed the earth in eager pants was breathing
In a great race to see who should be first
Into that many-acred Show to burst,
And conquering Columbia there to hail
Creation-licker on colossal scale.
By Michigan's large lake, once and for ever,
Surpassing other Shows, in park, by river,
O'er miles meandering, this last Yankee Notion
Through wood and meadow like a river ran,