Perhaps he was found at the Throne.
James Thomson (“B.V.”).
The desert of London town—Magna civitas, magna solitudo: “a great city is a great solitude.”
It is strange to think that these verses (and especially the last verse) were written by the pessimist who wrote in all sincerity the terrible lines in Pt. VIII of “The City of Dreadful Night.”
Farewell, green fields and happy grove,
Where flocks have ta’en delight;
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing