Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
The CityRichard Watson Gilder
O
When the wind of the night-time blows,
And dear is the murmuring river
That afar through my childhood flows;
And soft is the raindrops’ beat
And the fountain’s lyric play,
But to me no music is half so sweet
As the thunder of Broadway!
Where dash the billows of strife!—
One plunge in the mighty torrent
Is a year of tamer life!
City of glorious days,
Of hope, and labour, and mirth,
With room, and to spare, on thy splendid bays
For the ships of all the earth!