Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 53, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 March 1914 — WILL THE LIGHTS BE WHITE? [ARTICLE]

WILL THE LIGHTS BE WHITE?

Oft, when I feel my engine swerve, As o’er strange rails we fare, I strain my eye around the curve For what awaits us there. When swift and free she carries me Through yards unknown at night, I look along the line to see That all the lamps are white. The blue light marks the crippled car, The green light signals slow; The red light is a danger light, The white light, “Let her go.” Again the open fields we roam. And, when-the night is fair, I look up in the starry dome And wonder what’s up there. * • For who can speak for those who dwell Behind the curving sky? No man has ever lived to tell Just what it means to die. Swift toward life’s terminal I trend. The run seems short tonight; Only God- knows- what’s at the end— T hope the lamps are white. —“Will the Lights be White?” Cy Warman, in National Magazine.