| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Digging Foundations at Night | | By Harvey Maitland Watts |
| | Cortland Street HERE, where the forges sound their giant scale | |
| Of thud and groan, and braziers belch their smoke; | |
| In depths, unseen, backs bent, nor fear, nor quail | |
| The myriads toil; bearing in cheer the yoke, | |
| Knowing full well that soon, aloft, will rise | 5 |
| Some new Aladdins dream, scraping the very skies. | | | | |
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