Or seek beneath the Hyde Park elms a shade
Where patriots, assembled in a heap,
But now the ghost of interdiction laid:
The rude foregatherings of Reform may sleep.
Let not ambition mock that useful toil
By hardy hands and characters obscure,
Nor grandeur think with a disdainful smile
Of such an entry-forcible yet sure.
From Banter. Edited by George Augustus Sala. September, 1867.