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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,

Mid temporal dealings, these communions strange,

Albeit "disgracious to the city's eyes," Often I meet rare Trinculo at Lloyd's!

And Hamlet sweetly walks with me on 'Change!

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John Hamilton Reynolds

John Hamilton Reynolds (1794–1852) was an English poet, satirist, critic, and playwright. He was a close friend and correspondent of poet John K…

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