Relevant

Address delivered at the opening of the new theatre at Richmond

A snippet thereof;

For though no wizard wand or magic cup
  The spell hath wrought,
Within this charmed fane, we ope the gates
  Of that divinest Fairy-land,
  Where under loftier fates
Than rule the vulgar earth on which we stand,
More the bright creatures of the realm of thought.
Shut for one happy evening from the flood
That roars around us, here you may behold--
  As if a desert way
  Could blossom and unfold
  A garden fresh with May--

Henry Timrod