"I'm downright dizzy with the thought"—I'm standing on a brink,
It turns my brain! this age so economical and new,
When tories, like our steamers, try—to go the pace, and—screw!
"And said I that my eyes were dim" with glories dazzling bright!
When I confess my rising thoughts, you'll say that well they might.
This age, methought, this wondrous age must understand the thing,
Since England's Queen—our blessed Queen—outshines each former King!
May Heaven unite this wondrous age in one harmonic whole!
I pray and hope—and think it will—I do upon my soul.
E'en hand-bills match the mighty Times; tho' strip them from the walls,