Not here, O teeming City, was it meet br Thy lover, thy most faithful, should repose, br But where the multitudinous life-tide flows br Whose ocean-murmur was to him more sweet br Than melody of birds at morn, or bleat br Of flocks in Spring-time, there should Earth enclose br His earth, amid thy thronging joys and woes, br There, 'neath the music of thy million feet. br In love of thee this lover knew no peer. br Thine eastern or thy western fane had made br Fit habitation for his noble shade.