- City Drum
- by Paramahansa Yogananda
- 'Tis morn. I hear
- In rolling wheels the song
- Of a marching world
- So strong.
- I love to be roused
- From silent sleep
- By the early hum
- Of active-city drum.
- The drum doth beat
- To loudly greet
- All heroes true
- That would die or do;
- That meet the morning's foe
- Of worry or of woe
- With a dauntless smile,
- And thus success beguile
- Unto the happy camp
- Where peace e'er burn its lamp.
- With noisy hum
- The city drum
- Announces true and strong:
- "The world is marching on."
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