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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 blastComes 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 standIn 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 songHolds 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.
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