In the fraught and fevered heat of fear
Fever's fire that floated on the air
The fluid bonds that fettered folks
For some were boiled away
And they, like steam, leapt up and away
While others hardened
Baked by the burning and battering time
And some might well say the stone was the stronger
But the steam drives the engines that do so much work
Hardly can it well be called weak
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