They, looking back, all the bullish signs beheld
Of Wall Street, so late their happy seat,
Waved over by that flaming brand, the top
With dreadful stocks thronged and fiery bonds:
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of FIRE, and Thorstach their guide;
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through this thread took their solitary way.