When I am out of funds and sorts
And life is all in snarls,
I quit New York and travel east
To Boston on the Charles.
In Boston, life is smoother far,
It's easier and freer,
Where every boy's a Harvard man
And every man's a skier.
There's something in the Boston scene
So innocent, so tranquil,
It takes and holds my interest
The same as any bank will.
For Boston's not a capital,
And Boston's not a place;
Rather I feel that Boston is
The perfect state of grace.
After a week of Boston
I rise and take the train
And I am always very glad
Alluded to in President Obama’s  remarks  at an interfaith service for the victims of the 2013 Boston Marathon bombings: 
 And across this city, hundreds of thousands of Bostonians lined the streets to hand the runners cups of water, to cheer them on. It was a beautiful day to be in Boston, a day that explains why a poet once wrote that this town is not just a capital, not just a place. Boston, he said, is the perfect state of grace…
Boston Is Like No Other Place in the World Only More So