Orbus In Tactu Mainet[[1]] Heaven knows why.
Even there a bit of Latin made a show,
In the North End of Boston—long ago.
And many a sailor, when his cruise was o’er,
Bore straight for it soon as he touched the shore:
In many a stormy night upon the sea
He’d thought upon the Boy—and of the spree
He’d have when there, and let all trouble go,
In the North End of Boston, long ago.
There, like their vessels in a friendly port,