IT looked extremely rocky for the
Mudville nine that day:
The score stood for two to four with just
an inning left to play;
So, when Cooney died at second, and
Burrows did the same,
A pallor wreathed the features of the
patrons of the game.
The Hope which Springs Eternal
A STRAGGLING few got up to go,
leaving there the rest
With that hope which springs
eternal within the human breast;
For they thought if only Casey could get
a whack, at that
They'd put up even money now, with
Casey at the bat.
BUT Flynn preceded Casey, and
likewise so did Blake,
And the former was a puddin',
and the latter was a fake;
So on that stricken multitude a death-
like silence sat,
For there seemed but little chance of
Casey's getting to the bat.
There was Blakey safe on Second
BUT Flynn let drive a single to the
wonderment of all,
And the much-despised Blakey
tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and they
saw what had occurred,
There was Blakey safe on second and Flynn
Mighty Casey was Advancing to the Bat
THEN from the gladdened multitude
went up a joyous yell,
It rumbled in the mountain-tops,
it rattled in the dell,
It struck upon the hillside, and rebounded
on the flat;
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to
He Lightly Doffed his Hat..
THERE was ease in Casey's manner
as he stepped into his place,
There was pride in Casey's bearing,
and a smile on Casey's face;
And when, responding to the cheers, he
lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt
't was Casey at the bat.
A Sneer Curled Casey's Lip
TEN thousand eyes were on him as
he rubbed his hands with dirt,
Five thousand tongues applauded
when he wiped them on his shirt;
Then, when the writhing pitcher ground
the ball into his hip,
Defiance glanced in Casey's eye, a sneer
curled Casey's lip.
"Strike one" the Umpire Said
AND now the leather-covered sphere
came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in
haughty grandeur there;
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball un-
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike
one," the umpire said.
"Kill him! Kill the Umpire"
FROM the benches, black with people,
there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves
on a stern and distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted
someone in the stand.
And it's likely they'd have killed him had
not Casey raised his hand.
A Smile of Christian Charity
WITH a smile of Christian charity
great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult;
he bade the game go on;
He signalled to the pitcher, and once more
the spheroid flew,
But Casey still ignored it; and the umpire
said, "Strike two."
Casey Wouldn't let that Ball go by again
FRAUD!" cried the maddened thousands,
and the echo answered, "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey, and
the audience was awed;
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they
saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that
ball go by again.
By the Force of Casey's Blow
THE sneer is gone from Casey's lip,
his teeth are clenched with hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his
bat upon the plate;
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and
now he lets it go,
And now the air shattered by the force
of Casey's blow.
Mighty Casey has Struck Out
OH, somewhere in this favoured
land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere,
and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and
somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty
Casey has struck out.