For they could tell which way to go
If you did not hinder so.
In the narrow street you keep,
At solemn pace my cab doth creep
’Neath thy “all-fired” griffin’s eye,
Leering there ’twixt earth and sky.
As of light no tiny spark,
Brightens all thy hist’ry dark,
Oh! I know not why you are,
Monument to Temple Bar.