In the old World compare, thought I, for power
And majesty with this gigantic stream,
Sprung from the desert?[DQ] And behold a city
Fresh, youthful, and aspiring![DR] What are these
To me, or I to them? As much at least
As he desires that they should be, whom winds
And waves have wafted to this distant shore,
In the condition of a damaged seed,
Whose fibres cannot, if they would, take root.
Here may I roam at large;—my business is,