| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. The First Railway Train in India | | By George Powell Thomas |
| | | A HOWL, as of a demon, startles night, | |
| A rushing horror hurtles through the air, | |
| And thrust from home by terrible affright, | |
| As at an earthquake, forth the people fare, | |
| Staring and trembling!—What unwonted sight | 5 |
| Astounds them, where they shudder unaware? | |
| Is it some new avátar of his might | |
| To whom they offer their barbaric prayer? | |
| An incarnation new of Mahadeo, | |
| Whose coming so delighted earth of yore? | 10 |
| Or is it tigers? wolves? in pity say, oh!— | |
| “Hands off!—don’t bother;—don’t be such a bore! | |
| There ’s naught to shout and tremble at, I tell ’ee! | |
| ’T is only our first railway train to Delhi.” | | | | |
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