See Bryant, sage apostle of the wood,
And quiet champion of the true and good,
Echo of every breeze's soft-blown breath,
Sweetest of all apologists of Death,
Leave the surroundings of the heath and field,
The pencil of the journalist to wield!
See Prentice, thorny genius, using it
For the electric charges of his wit;
See Saxe from mountain eyries take his flight,
His wings with editorial radiance bright;