The Man In The Cab

Safe and snugin the sleepiny; car Are íather and mother and dreaming cbild, The night outside, sbows nevera star, Kor the storm is tliick aud the wind is wild The Ireuzted train in its all niglit race Holds inauy a soul in its fragüe walls, Wliile up lu hiscab,wilh a smoke stained face. Is the mau in the greaay overalls. Through the fl re-box door the heat glows wliite, The steam is hissing at all the cocka ; The pistons dance and the drive wheels smite The trenibllng rails till the whole eartb rocks. But nevera. searchingeye coiild trace- Though the night is black and the speed ftppalls- A line ol lear in the smolte-stained face 01' the mau in the greasy overalls. No hiilling, wavering coward is he, As he iashes bis englne arouud the curve, But a peace enoompasseil Qrant or Löe With a hyart oí Otik aud an ron nerve. And so 1 ash Hv.it vuu make n plaee lu the temple of héroes' saered halls Y Irtu I may hiing the smuke-stalned face ül the mau in the greasy overalls.