Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
Herald SquareJohn Curtis Underwood
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Who cold and hungry heard the presses thunder;
And watched with eyes that little understood
Sheet after sheet show white, and double under;
And saw beside you there some face of wood,
Some well-clad idler’s stare of vacant wonder;
Have you not envied them their careless faces,
Their lives untried, untainted, unafraid;
Their linen white? These are the printless spaces,
The margins for your mark. His ink may fade,
God’s sheet moves on. You would not change your places.