A Rail Road Cutting near Alexandria in 1855

Plump thro' tomb and catacomb

Rolls the Engine ripping;

Egypt's ancient dust

This before the gust,

The Pyramid is slipping!

Too long inurned, Sesostres's spurned,

What glory left to Isis

Mid loud acclaim to Watts his name

Alack for Miriam's spices!

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