Like a young cold the country was now growing fast   Passenger trains in the east were traveling a hundred miles an hour   People in the country could buy clothes by mail order   And get 'em back within two weeks      After twenty years or more the South   Was still mending its wounds from the civil war   But with all the country's problems   The union was solid      Red American novelists and poets   Were coming into their own   People were expressing their love   For America in song and in poem      And in South Carolina   A high tone southern gentleman   Expressed his love and admiration   For his president James A Garfield in such a way