Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
Washington Square, NorthWalter Prichard Eaton
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Unboastful of the beauty they possess,
These ancient houses face the square; the stress
Of commerce from the nervous town below
Swept round and far beyond them long ago;
Upon their view the high warehouses press;
But they abide in their old-worldliness,
And time with them moves gratefully and slow.
May I look forth on some green spot in life,
And keep the world aloof to see the sun,
And hold the children in a kindly glance,
There peacefully to pass out from the strife,
Unsoiled, unwearied, when my day is done.