Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes:

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

The Time Shall Come, When, Free As Seas Or Wind, Unbounded Thames Shall Flow For All Mankind, Whole Nations Enter With Each Swelling Tide, And Seas But Join The Regions They Divide; Earth's Distant Ends Our Glory Shall Behold, And The New World Launch Forth To Seek The Old.

Chaste To Her Husband, Frank To All Beside, A Teeming Mistress, But A Barren Bride.

Extremes In Nature Equal Ends Produce; In Man They Join To Some Mysterious Use.