Lamentable is the death of the railroad worker’s child,
Whose frame was cruelly crushed atop those scarcely traveled rails,
The agonizing cries echo evermore
The sounds reverberate within the sphere where dreamers dwell
How long this cry must wander till the dreamers finally rise
And depart from the abyss where contemplations fray?
What time withered seed will resurrect the youth,
The hard-worn countenance that bears each hardship in full sway?
For the passengers still welcome the arrival of the cars,
as the locomotive ceases in the city merchants wrought,
And the travelers still christen hollow objects with their praise
In deep forgetfulness of the souls the world has lost.
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