"If you would like it now, I will give you a song for your entertainment, which was a favorite in my youth.
"Who fathoms her recesses,
Is monarch of the sphere,--
Forgetting all distresses,
Within her bosom here.
"Of all her granite piling
The secret make he knows,
And down amid her toiling
Unweariedly he goes.
"He is unto her plighted,