Threw a wild glare upon her shipwrecked lover,
Ay, gas-lights! mock me not; we men of yore
Were versed in all the knowledge you can mention;
Who hath not heard of Egypt’s peerless lore?
Her patient toil? Acuteness of invention?
Survey the proofs—our Pyramids are thriving,—
Old Memnon still looks young, and I’m surviving.
A land in arts and sciences prolific,
On blocks gigantic building up her fame!
Crowded with signs, and letters hieroglyphic,