Of the gorilla in its lair;
Nor yet the roar in civic broils
That surges round a tyrant's throne—
Oh, no, the organ voice of oils
Is healthy in its undertone.
O blessed jargon of the mart!
Though your commercial meaning's hid
From me, a layman, to my heart
You bring a soothing nescio quid;
Amid the flux of strikes and plots