When, hark; that solemn sound is heard once more,
The gathering “bears” its echoes yet repeat—
’Tis but too true, is now the general roar,
The Bank has raised her rate, as she has done before,
And then and there were hurryings to and fro,
And anxious thoughts and signs of sad distress,
Faces all pale, that but an hour ago
Smiled at the thought of their own craftiness.
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The coin from hungry pockets,—mutual sighs