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

Madison Square: Christmas

Brian Hooker

HERE is our worth. We cannot rear the towers

Of other times, nor bid our deeds remain

Where lesser generations dream in vain,

Nor sing their songs, nor crown us with their flowers.

The kingdoms and the glories and the powers

Have been; yet it may be the slow years gain

A thought more sorrow for a brother’s pain,

A little joy in other joy than ours.

We in whose sight the world is newly known,

Shall we match works with Babylon, or wars

With Rome, or arts with Athens? Which of them

Will praise our pride? This only is our own—

This dead tree blossoming a thousand stars,

And every one a Star of Bethlehem.