THE FLOATING STRAW. A THOUGHT IN COMMERCIAL PANIC. I. THE wild waves are my nightly pillows, On a harmless tide, Fearing nought-enjoying all things- II. Alas! for the lordly vessel That sails so gallantly! The winds may dash it, The storms may wash it, The lightnings rend its tall masts three; But neither the wind, nor the rain, nor the sea, Can injure me--can injure me! The lightnings cannot strike me down, TRUE thoughts, your days of grief are done, And kindle, sparks, to beal-fires bright, And spread, ye thoughts of Truth and Right, Time was, when thoughts bore tears and death And kindle, sparks, to beal-fires bright, And spread, ye workers for the Right, |