7239
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said.
7240 = 23 x 5 x 181
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
7241 = 1,745,081 / 241
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
7242 = 2 x 3 x 17 x 71
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;
[Just found out his poem has its own Wikipedia entry, and a long one at that. Wow.]
7243
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.
7244 = 22 x 1811
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
7245
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
7246 = 2 x 3623
he signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
7247 - Prime!
But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, “Strike two!”
7248 = 24 x 3 x 151
“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and Echo answered fraud;
7249
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
7250
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
7251 = 3 x 2417
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
7252
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.
7253, prime!
The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate,
7254
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
7255
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
7256 = 23 x 907
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.
7257
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
7258
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;