The City Enoch! Here were sown and grew 

 The seeds of Art when art and life were long; 

 Here Lamech turned his misery to song. 



Here Jubal labored, seeking conquests new; 



Here man's soft hand made brass and iron yield 

 To cunning shapes and uses, — ^wondrous skill! 

 Tearing earth's iron heart with iron will 



To see what secrets in it lay concealed; 



And here, O Music, like a dream of heaven 

 Thy subtle thrill did touch the wearied brain 

 With raptured, passionate longing to regain 



The bliss of having nought to be forgiven! 



Let me in fancy see thee rise again, 



O City of the Wanderer, ever sought! 



City of that wise Jubal who first taught 

 The harp and organ to the sons of men; 



That I may learn the secret of his might, 

 Who, leaving earth unto his brother's care, 

 Did winning battle with the powers of air, 



And made them his and mine by victor's right! 



— John Reade. 



