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John Hamilton Reynolds - Copied From The Album Of A Wholesale House In The City
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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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