The Ultimate Soul

When we hear the winds that howl,
Let's see if we can hear them too;
For the winds that hark in good news,
Newsletters are printed at night:
Night and day papers work themselves,
To augment the forces of nature.
Helpmaids many that help,
Will help you too.
For news has to be good,
For newspapers printed again,
With devil's print at hand.
Let's see how we can work,
At new's end will gain,
A paper forthright and news that's good.