Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
In New YorkJohn Hall Wheelock
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Lurks everlasting, though all men deny,
The awful force that in the ages past
Walked on the waves and cried on Calvary.
’Mid iron walls and wheels and clanging cars,
I feel it in my pulses as they beat,
The monstrous secret that propels the stars.