| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | New York | | By Wendell Phillips Stafford |
| | | O TITAN daughter crouching by the sea, | |
| Playing with ships and channelling the sands | |
| And gathering evermore in eager hands | |
| Poor shells and pebbles for thy jewelry, | |
| Unheedful how the nations swarm to thee | 5 |
| From all the shallows of distressful lands,— | |
| More busy braiding weeds in idle bands | |
| Than mothering the millions at thy knee,— | |
| Oh, when thy destiny shall bid thee rise, | |
| And thy god-heart with love of man shall burn, | 10 |
| How towards thy feet the human tides will yearn, | |
| While all the muses waken in thine eyes, | |
| And floods of blessing leave thy lifted urn | |
| As April mornings overflow the skies! | | | | |
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