The lofty lucre of renown

Her lakes are oceans, every stream a bay, Wide through her frame its branching artery throws: Her mountains kiss the moon: her sapient sway A beauteous belt hath wrought, whose ties enclose Tribes without end, realm after realm embraced In …

Virtue’s achievement, Folly’s crime, Whate’er of guilt or good the past has known, Not e’en the Sire of all things, mighty Time, Hath power to change, or make the deed undone.

And Wealth, more bright with Virtue joined, Brings golden Opportunity.

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.

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

What great Effects from slender Causes flow!