Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
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Where all day long, the endless, passionate waves
Beat, yet destroy not; and their quiet saves
How many a heart grown sick with memory!
But children with the laughter of the May—
Bright living flowers—in these glad gardens play,
Knowing, yet knowing not, the town’s despair!
The loud storms burst; and Babylon he made;
Yet all the hills are His, dim valley and glade—
There are green islands in the city sea.