We consécrate this strtng to fiin. üur two fleurt blendtng Into one Sweet suinmer dreani ; do slgh or groan stiull echo o'er thls telephone. When high the storm-king'g banner floats, Wherelate the Hun In splendor shone, Acrosi the baulements and moats, We'll breathe soit words, by telephone. When Nature's one repellant force Concéntrales all lts powers at noon, Wo'U toast, In Ice cool lemonade, The Loug Branch breeze, by telephone. Arn.ss i hls sympiit helle line, l'll aak, "Oh, urt thou still my own?" And thou wilt wblsper. "Jianlsli fear; Forever thlne- by telephone." We'll search for Science lealously. Though she may lead ihrough everjr zone, Untll we reach the lountaln heud, Far, lar beyond thls telepbone.