“The Fast Mail” by John E. Dolan

The Fast Mail
John E. Dolan
Unknown source (I found this poem pasted to a book board from the 1800s)

Now it thunders through the night,
Heralded by cone of light;
Trailing comet tail of smoke
Leaping to each piston stroke;
Every tortured nerve of steel
Strained to speed its driving wheel;
Freeing in its bowels of flame
Force that lived before man came;
Dragging in its roaring train
Hope and fear, and joy and pain,
Schemes most vile, and projects blessed,
News from Orient and West.
Pausing not to drop its load,
Rushing on its iron road,
Still it holds its headlong pace—
Symbol of a restless race!