Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
The Statue of Liberty, A. D. 2900Arthur Upson
New York Harbour
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Abode in Freedom’s watchword! And once here
The port of traffic for a hemisphere,
With great gold-piling cities at her side!
Tradition says, superbly once did bide
Their sculptured goddess on an island near,
With hospitable smile and torch kept clear
For all wide hordes that sought her o’er the tide.
’Twas centuries ago. But this is true:
Late the fond tyrant who misrules our land,
Bidding his serfs dig deep in marshes old,
Trembled, not knowing wherefore, as they drew
From out this swampy bed of ancient mould
A shattered torch held in a mighty hand.