POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2200, 15 March 1881, Page 4

POETRY.

SETTING TYPE. WBITTBX *OB TJKB " »«W TOBK OIIPPBB," By Fkank J. Ottabson. Hark to the oliok Of the types in the stick ! They fall and they meet with monotonous sound, As swiftly the fingers that; seise them go round . To hurry them into the stick, With a click, cliok. There they are in the stick I What do the types tell tbe world as they stand ! Here it is satire j there eloquence grand. Weak as nothing when single, combined they command A wonder power in their oliok. As to order they maroh in the stick. Look again in the stick, To the workers of evil they sorrow betide; The cheat and oppressor in vain try to glide Away from the click ; but the earth cannot hide Them away from tbe click, click, Of the types falling into the stiok. As they click, oliok, in the stiok, Monarohs and tyrants their marshalling dread ; They know that to freedom the types have been wed, And the visions they see are in oolour blood- ' And they shake at the sound of the click. Hark, tbe noise from the stick! Guilt flies from the sound in a tremor of fear ; , But guilt cannot hide in the day or the night, Though it try every method of hiding or flight, From the sound of that terrible click. Forever that cliok, cliok ! In the gas that makes dayshine, or in the sun's light, That click is increasing forever its might, And seeming to say : Here we'stand for the right! Oppressors, beware of the stick ! Those grey-coloured types in the stiok ! States, monarchies, potentates, pachas and kings, The painter, the player, tbe poet who sings, Stand in awe of those poor little, dull leaden things, And the ominous noise of the cliok. But these lypos in the stick, To the just and the true all the nations around, To the whole of mankind where the virtues •bound— Most welcome to suoh is the musical found Of the types with their oliok.