SI PROPIUS STES, TE CAPIET MINUS

(From the Latin of Vincent Bourne.) Glide down the Thames by London Bridge, what time St. Saviour's bells strike out their evening chime; Forth leaps the ompetuous cataract of sound, Dash'd into noise by countless echoes round. Pass on—it follows—all the jarring notes Blend in celestial harmony, that floats Above, below, around: the ravish'd ear Finds all the fault its own—it was TOO NEAR.