When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.