
| WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record? |
| The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day under full sail? |
| The splendors of the past day? or the splendor of the night that envelops me? |
| Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?—no; |
| But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, |
| The one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kiss'd him, |
| While the one to depart tightly prest the one to remain in his arms. |