Sinopsis

Copied from the Album of a Wholesale House in the City It is the precious province of true thought-- Of the divine creations of the mind-- To live unwearied in a heart overwrought By busy intercourse with town--Mankind: Poor merchant I! whom the dull world's trade-wind Blows ever onward on a steady sea, Feel oftentimes, mid murkiest men, refined By visitants that come alone to me. Perchance I class not with the worldly wise; But mine is not the spirit that avoids,