So they paved it with granite and pitch, When will a man, good and wise, Map out a novel town, And pleasure conducive to health; Turn London upside down, Relieve its wretched plight, And with wisdom employ its wealth. See! there! by a noble pile, Now running wild and waste. Look at that palace built In the Strand, in ancient days, Planned by great Somerset's mind. Close by have folly and guilt Parliament meets within walls, The smoke descends in the halls- In the park, by the beautiful drive, A monument rises in grace, Like to which we have few; But the trees so plentifully thrive, That their branches around embrace, Shutting it out from view. Not far off a building is raised, Things like this, everywhere, Disgraceful to sense or heart. We can only utter a prayer, That He who lets all beauty be, If He wills, London may be The greatest the world had e'er seen, III. I leave the busy town, Wander towards the West. This is the Grove of St. John, In suburban beauty dressed. I passed the busy Strand, Regent Street, blithe and gay, And sumptuous Portland Place, Glistening in youthful May. Regent's Park I crossed, And linger along these streets, Shaded with beautiful trees, Embowering pretty retreats. Folks who in the town, All day midst toil and strife, In office or the like, Combat the stream of life, Here, when the day is o'er, The sun just passed overhead, My echoing footsteps pressed. A mansion, called The Grove, With roses and scented shrubs, Once, some time ago, I spent an afternoon there; What of them now? I fear, If their beauties rivalled the sun, They will be spoilt by praise, Heart-ruined, ere life has begun. Let me pass on my way, My eager throbbing brain Is fevered still, as in Those days of anger and shame. Had I not lost my all? When my loved one gave her hand At the altar, veiled in white By another I saw her stand. I heard the response given, She erewhile had promised to me, To one, who with jewels and gold, Had wooed her successfully. I watched her face that day ; No thought on the deceit, That had ruined her hapless slave. Then I cursed the world in wrath, I cursed the jewels, the gems, I vowed to seclude myself, To hate each female thing, Each falsely beautiful face, Concealing a serpent's sting. |