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COMMERCE.
There are, thank Heaven, beneath this fitful dome,
Some leaflets floating near affection's home;
Some cloudless skies that smile on scenes below,
Some changeless hues in life's wide spanning bow.
So let us live, that if misfortune's blast
Comes like a whirlwind to our hearths at last,
Sunbeams may break from one small spot of blue,
To guide us safe life's dreary desert through.

Time-honored city! be it ours to stand
In thy broad portals, armed with traffic's wand;
To keep undimmed and clear thy deathless name,
That beams unclouded on the rolls of fame;
And foster Honor, till the world shall say,
Trade hath no worthier home than yon bright bay.

But brief my lay; the fairy-land of song
Holds me a truant in its maze too long;
Yet chide me not, if, lingering on the shore,
I cast one pebble to the ripples more.