Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
At the Farragut StatueRobert Bridges
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In bronze serene above the city’s throng;
Hero at sea, and now on land
Revered by thousands as they rush along.
To be a shade amid alert reality,
And win a statue and a name—
How cold and cheerless immortality!
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always gathered there,
Laughing and playing round the hero’s feet.
With boyish grit and ardor it is played—
You’ll hear some youngster call his name:
“The Admiral—he never was afraid!”
And boys grow braver as the Man they see!
The inspiration that he gives
Still helps to make them loyal, strong, and free!