SPEAK, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil! | |
| Primal pioneer of pliocene formation, | |
| Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum | |
| Of Volcanic tufa! | |
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| Older than the beasts, the oldest Palæotherium; | 5 |
| Older than the trees, the oldest Cryptogamia; | |
| Older than the hills, those infantile eruptions | |
| Of earths epidermis! | |
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| EoMioPliowhatsoeer the cene was | |
| That those vacant sockets filled with awe and wonder, | 10 |
| Whether shores Devonian or Silurian beaches, | |
| Tell us thy strange story! | |
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| Or has the Professor slightly antedated | |
| By some thousand years thy advent on this planet, | |
| Giving thee an air that s somewhat better fitted | 15 |
| For cold-blooded creatures? | |
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| Wert thou true spectator of that mighty forest, | |
| When above thy head the stately Sigillaria | |
| Reared its columned trunks in that remote and distant | |
| Carboniferous epoch? | 20 |
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| Tell us of that scene,the dim and watery woodland, | |
| Songless, silent, hushed, with never bird or insect, | |
| Veiled with spreading fronds and screened with tall club-mosses, | |
| Lycopodiacea | |
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| When beside thee walked the solemn Plesiosaurus, | 25 |
| And around thee crept the festive Ichthyosaurus, | |
| While from time to time above thee flew and circled | |
| Cheerful Pterodactyls. | |
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| Tell us of thy food,those half-marine refections, | |
| Crinoids on the shell, and Brachipods au naturel, | 30 |
| Cuttle-fish to which the pieuvre of Victor Hugo | |
| Seems a periwinkle. | |
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| Speak, thou awful vestige of the earths creation, | |
| Solitary fragment of remains organic! | |
| Tell the wondrous secrets of thy past existence, | 35 |
| Speak! thou oldest primate! | |
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| Even as I gazed, a thrill of the maxilla | |
| And a lateral movement of the condyloid process, | |
| With post-pliocene sounds of healthy mastication, | |
| Ground the teeth together; | 40 |
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| And from that imperfect dental exhibition, | |
| Stained with expressed juices of the weed Nicotian, | |
| Came these hollow accents, blent with softer murmurs | |
| Of expectoration: | |
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| Which my name is Bowers, and my crust was busted | 45 |
| Falling down a shaft, in Calaveras County, | |
| But I d take it kindly if you d send the pieces | |
| Home to old Missouri! | |
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