LORD PALMERSTON'S VISION.
Based upon mud, I saw it built, A palm tall and fair. The rooms at the top were carved and gilt, And the chosen few lived there.
It shone and it steam'd in the eyes of men With its gold and its dirt and all : But it shook uneasily now and then— Say, when will the palace fall ?
I saw a vessel sail forlorn Over a stormy sea. The ropes were pull'd by Brahmins born, But they handled them awkwardly : A Brahmin guided it o'er the flood,
While near, as afraid to think, The Pariah sailors shivering stood—
Say, when will the vessel sink ?
I saw the chariot of the Light Rush by with a fearful din.
Poor Phaeton was pale with fright—
He wish'd he had ne'er got in. The father was a driver tried, But the eon had never learnt ; And I said, "If the boy goes on to ride, 01 when will the world be burnt ? " PArnreK Stow.
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