As thoughts possess the fashion of the mood

McMahon up the street of Paris came, In triumph from Magenta. Every one Had heard and praised the fearless marshal’s name, And gloried in the deeds that he had done. Crowds packed the walks, and at each separate glass A face was set to see …

For, looking down the ladder of our deeds,

What do we plant when we plant a tree? A thousand things that we daily see, We plant the spire that out-towers the crag, We plant the staff for our country's flag; We plant the shade from the hot sun free, We plant all these when we plant …

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

What great Effects from slender Causes flow!

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.