Christopher Pearse Cranch - The Locomotive lyrics

Whirling along its living freight, it came, Hot, panting, fierce, yet docile to command -- The roaring monster, blazing through the land Athwart the night, with crest of smoke and flame; Like those weird bulls Medea learned to tame By sorcery, yoked to plough the Colchian strand In forced obedience under Jason's hand. Yet modern sk** outstripped this antique fame, When o'er our plains and through the rocky bar Of hills it pushed its ever-lengthening line Of iron roads, with gain far more divine Than when the daring Argonauts from far Came for the golden fleece, which like a star Hung clouded in the dragon-guarded shrine.