Gone is the clang of the hammer’s roar,  belts and pulley-wheels whirl no more

Fleeting sparks and white hot steel, cease to forge the horseshoe’s heel.

No longer creaks the millwheel’s thrust, it’s sturdy shaft long turned to dust

The sluice gate’s gone, the stream now free, flows swiftly t'ward the waiting sea.

Onwards now with pastures new

Industrial ventures, mould the view.