In thy Dutch veins thy Irish current ran,
A tempest in the phlegm of a canal;
Hibernian spirits made thee partisan,
De Witt milk tranquilized thee cosmical!
Wasted thy youth in faction's offices
Thy lofty mind thy scullions drove afar,
And, looking downward from thy banished star,
Thou saw'st an isthmian labor like to Suez
When Amrou slashed it with his scimeter:
Niagara's dam to Amsterdam to draw,
The Indian oceans through the lunar Nile
And to another Persia give access!
Letters and Physics are the stones of Law:
Thy inspiration makes an empire smile.