John Hamilton Reynolds - Copied from the Album of a Wholesale House in the City lyrics

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 cla** 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!