Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.

Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.