BETHLEHEM STEEL
THE EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD
STEEL MILLS
“The mills
That grind and grind,
That grind out new steel
And grind away the lives
Of men,—
In the sunset
Their stacks
Are great black silhouettes
Againset the sky.
In the dawn
They belch red fire.
The mills,—
Grinding out new steel,
Old men”