John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Occasional PoemsChicago
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In one wild night the city fell;
Fell shrines of prayer and marts of gain
Before the fiery hurricane.
Where ghastly sunrise looked on none.
Men clasped each other’s hands, and said:
“The City of the West is dead!”
The fiends of fire from street to street,
Turned, powerless, to the blinding glare,
The dumb defiance of despair.
That signalled round that sea of fire;
Swift words of cheer, warm heart-throbs came;
In tears of pity died the flame!
The messages of hope shot forth,
And, underneath the severing wave,
The world, full-handed, reached to save.
The new, the dreary void shall fill
With dearer homes than those o’erthrown,
For love shall lay each corner-stone.
The ashen sackcloth of thy woe;
And build, as to Amphion’s strain,
To songs of cheer thy walls again!
The primal sin of selfishness!
How instant rose, to take thy part,
The angel in the human heart!
Above thy dreadful holocaust;
The Christ again has preached through thee
The Gospel of Humanity!
And fret with spires the western sky,
To tell that God is yet with us,
And love is still miraculous!