The New Ancient of Days

The man of bone confirms his throne

In cave where fossils be;

Outdating every mummy known,

Not older Cuvier's mastodon,

Nor older much the sea:

Old as the Glacial Period, he;

And claims he calls to mind the day

When Thule's king, by reindeer drawn,

His sleigh-bells jingling in icy morn,

Slid clean from the Pole to the Wetterhorn

Over frozen waters in May!

Oh, the man of the cave of Engihoul,

With Eld doth he dote and drule?

A wizard one, his lore is none

Ye spell with A. B. C.;

But do-do tracks, all up and down

That slate he poreth much upon,

His algebra may be: —

Yea, there he cyphers and sums it free;

To ages ere Indus met ocean's swell

Addeth aeons ere Satan or Saturn fell.

His totals of time make an awful schism,

And old Chronos he pitches adown the abysm

Like a pebble down Carisbrook well.

Yea, the man of the cave of Engihoul

From Moses knocks under the stool.

In bas-relief he late has shown

A horrible show, agreed —

Megalosaurus, iguanodon,

Palaeotherium Glypthaecon,

A Barnum-show raree;

The vomit of slimy and sludgey sea:

Purposeless creatures, odd inchoate things

Which splashed thro' morasses on fleshly wings;

The cubs of Chaos, with eyes askance,

Preposterous griffins that squint at Chance

And Anarch's cracked decree!

Oh the showman who dens in Engihoul,

Would he fright us, or quit us, or fool?

But, needs to own, he takes a tone,

Satiric on nobs, pardee!

" Though in ages whose term is yet to run,

Old Adam a seraph may have for son,

His gran'ther's a crab, d'y'see!

And why cut your kinsman the ape? " adds he:

" Your trick of scratching is borrowed from him,

Grimace and cunning, with many a whim,

Your fidgets and hypoes, and each megrim —

All's traced in the family tree! "

Ha, the wag of the cave of Engihoul:

Buss me, gorilla and ghoul!

Obstreperous grown he'd fain dethrone

Joe Smith, and e'en Jones Three;

Against even Jos and great Mahone

He flings his fossiliffer's stone

And rattles his shanks for glee.

I'll settle these parvenu fellows, he-he!

Diluvian Jove of Ducalion's day —

A parting take to the Phocene clay!

He swears no Ens that takes a name

Commensurate is with the vasty claim

Of the protoplastic Fegee.

O, the spook of the cave of Engihoul

He flogs us and sends us to school.

Hyena of bone! Ah, beat him down,

Great Pope, with Peter's key,

Ere the Grand Pan-Jam be overthrown

With Joe and Jos and great Mahone,

And the firmament mix with the sea;

And then, my masters, where should we be?

But the ogre of bone he snickers alone,

He grins for his godless glee:

" I have flung my stone, my fossil stone,

And your gods, how they scamper, " saith he.

Imp! imp of the cave of Engihoul,

Shall he grin like the Gorgon and rule?

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