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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.

In New York

John Hall Wheelock

WITHIN the modern world, deformed and vast,

Lurks everlasting, though all men deny,

The awful force that in the ages past

Walked on the waves and cried on Calvary.

I feel it in the crowded city street

’Mid iron walls and wheels and clanging cars,

I feel it in my pulses as they beat,

The monstrous secret that propels the stars.